Serena’s POV
Rhett grabbed me just then, pulling me to his body which was warm against mine. He exhaled a sharp breath, pulling back slightly, but his arm remained protectively around my waist.
Damien’s eyes flickered to his hands and then at my face and his entire body stiffened.
“Serena.” His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably demanding. “Come here.”
A shiver ran down my spine, but not from fear.
Anger burned in my chest, simmering under my skin like an open flame.
Before I could respond, another voice cut in.
“Damien, enough,” Dorian said, stepping into the kitchen with his usual calm authority. His eyes moved between us, assessing the situation. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Rhett’s hand on my waist. “Let’s not make a scene.”
Damien didn’t even glance at him. His
