Because it reminded her of another day.
She was nineteen again, standing beside Damien at a club party. Music blasting. Beer flowing. Damien's arm wrapped possessively around her waist. A man had looked her up and down before grinning.
"She's quiet." Another biker laughed.
"Give it time, fresh blood like her makes it fun and easy." That all chuckled and young Sage had glanced toward Viktor..... looking desperate, embarrassed, wanting help, wanting rescue, wanting anything.
Instead Viktor had taken a sip of his whiskey and looked away. Like she wasn't there or wasn't his daughter or she wasn't silently begging him to help her. The memory hit so hard she nearly stumbled.
"Sage." Viktor's voice snapped her back to the present. They were standing outside Damien's office. Her nails dug
