Victoria's POV
"Are you going to talk, or just oogle me all night?"
I shouldn't have said that.
I really shouldn't have said that.
The second the words left my mouth, I felt it—this cold, sinking dread curling in my stomach.
Because Damian stopped leaning against the streetlight.
And he started walking toward me.
Shit.
Fucking s**t.
I tensed. Prepared myself. If this went south, I'd have to throw a punch—or run.
And I wasn't sure which one was the smarter option.
Because up close, he was tall.
Way taller than I'd realized.
When he was standing at a distance, lazily leaning against the pole, he hadn't seemed this massive.
Now?
Now I had to crane my neck to look up at him.
And every nerve in my body screamed at me to run.
I held my ground. Barely.
It took everything in me n
