Damian's POV
He walked in, like he belonged there. Like this was his space. His bed. His girl.
When I stepped into her room, the sight of her curled up in bed nearly knocked the wind out of me. She looked... small. Vulnerable. Like someone trying to hold herself together in a world tearing her apart. And here we were—both of us—playing tug-of-war with her heart like a pair of selfish assholes.
Still, that didn’t stop Lucian from sauntering over and sliding into the bed beside her like he’d done it a hundred times.
Like he belonged there.
Smug bastard.
My wolf snarled inside, pacing and pissed, the bond tugging harder than ever.
No way was I letting him pull this silent victory. Not this time.
So I followed him in.
Well, I wasn’t just going to let that stand.
I shot him a look—ti
