Aria's pov
I watched Damien's back disappear into the bathroom, a cold smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
The scent of another woman still lingered in the air around me, making my wolf growl with displeasure.
"Aria, bring me a towel!" Damien's voice called from the bathroom.
His tone was calm and steady. No emotion at all.
"Coming," I answered softly.
I walked straight to the walk-in closet. I pulled open the door and took out a towel.
Then I headed toward the bathroom.
"Here," I said. I pushed the door open just a little.
I extended my arm through the gap and offered the towel.
But Damien didn't take it. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and yanked hard.
I stumbled forward. He pulled me entirely into the steamy bathroom.
My eyes flashed gold as I shov
