Serena's pov
The break room was supposed to be a place of peace, but with Damien inside, sitting on the bed like he owned the place, peace was the last thing I was going to find.
He owned the place, anyway! I had barely taken a step inside before his sharp gaze flickered to me. "Running away from me again, little wolf?" His voice was a low drawl, teasing and knowing.
I ignored him, heading straight for the cabinet where the medical supplies were kept. Just ignore him. Ignore him! I kept chanting in my head.
But Damien wasn't the type to be ignored. In a blink, he was behind me. Too close. I tensed, my fingers tightening around the ceramic cup I had pulled out. His heat, his scent, blood, leather, and the raw essence of him wrapped around me, suffocating.
Then came his voice, right be
