Aria's pov
"You..."
My voice trailed off as I watched Damien gently suck on my injured finger, his eyes unusually tender.
The gesture was intimate in a way that made something stir deep inside me.
"Alpha Damien, Alpha Kane requests your presence for dinner at the East Wing," Cassie's voice called from the bottom of the staircase outside.
Damien released my finger and offered me a slight smile before pulling me to my feet.
"Go lie down," he said softly. "Cassie will clean this up later."
"Please," I whispered, carefully withdrawing my hand from his.
My voice was barely audible, filled with desperation. "Just let me leave this place."
"What scheme are you plotting now?" Damien's brow furrowed instinctively before his expression hardened. "Have you forgotten about
