Damian's POV
This was one hell of a bombshell.
I watched as Aria's eyes lit up with interest, her body instinctively leaning closer to mine.
The movement sent her scent washing over me—vanilla and jasmine, tinged now with that sharp edge of curiosity that made my wolf stir with satisfaction.
I leaned in to meet her, bringing my face so close our breaths mingled. My lips were barely an inch from hers, soft and inviting, when I finally spoke.
"Sylvia's not the type to make moves without a clear payoff," I murmured, letting my voice drop to that register I knew affected her.
"Nathan's parents' case has zero leads, zero evidence trail... Don't you think that's... a little too convenient?"
I was delivering serious intel, but f**k if I could help the way my voice roughened
