Damian's POV
I stood at the entrance of the ballroom, my gaze fixed on the taillights of the car as it disappeared down the long driveway.
My wolf growled low in my chest, displeased. *We should have gone with her.*
I forced myself to look away.
Victor was making his way toward me, a genial smile on his face. We exchanged pleasantries, the usual formalities expected at these functions. I responded on autopilot, my mind elsewhere.
The moment Victor excused himself, I turned toward the exit.
"Damian."
Her voice stopped me cold.
Vanessa.
She glided toward me in a shimmering silver gown, her smile bright and practiced. The scent of her perfume—something floral and cloying—hit me before she did.
"Leaving so soon?" She tilted her head, stepping into my path. "We b
