Eloise – First Person POV
“You and I are not done yet.”
Damon’s voice was a low growl, the kind that slid under my skin and tried to burrow in. His eyes were narrowed, fixed on me like I was prey that had wandered too close. The air between us felt heavier, like it had been poured full of oil and smoke, thick enough to choke on.
I didn’t move. Not because I was frozen in fear, though there was a sharp, cold coil of it in my gut, but because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.
Then another voice cut through the space like a blade.
“No,” Mike said, his tone sharp, clipped. “You’re done.”
I turned, startled. He stood in the doorway, broad-shouldered and still in his coat, his eyes locked on Damon with a heat I’d never seen from him before. And behind him, two
