Damien's nostrils flared. "You know what's funny?"
His voice lowered.
"Your Dad's reputation matters. My reputation matters. The club's reputation matters."
He pointed toward her. "You've spent six years pretending you're some kind of victim."
The room spun.
Victim? The word hit harder than she expected.
Sage laughed but this time it sounded unhinged and Damien frowned. The reaction wasn't what he'd expected.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
Tears burned behind her eyes. "I spent six years rebuilding my life so I could be free from you." Her voice trembled from rage.
"I worked three jobs." She took a step forward.
"I slept in my car. I changed towns four times. I learned how to survive."
Damien stared and For the first time all evening, he looked uncomfortable.
Sage pointed dire
