DAMON
Declan's face shifted fast, the softness gone, the hurt gone, all of it replaced by something harder and uglier the second he registered who was standing in the doorway.
His jaw tightened and his eyes cut from Rika to me and back and the rage that came up in him was the specific kind that came from someone who had just been caught doing something they couldn't justify out loud.
Rika didn't say a word. He crossed the room in four steps, slapped Declan's hands off my skin without breaking stride, and shrugged off his dark hoodie and dropped it over my shoulders in one smooth motion. The fabric was warm and smelled like him and I pulled it closed without thinking about it.
"You!" Declan pointed at him, finger jabbing the air. "What the hell are you doing in my house? You have no ri
