Aria's POV
Through the peephole, I saw Damian standing in the hallway, still wearing that perfectly tailored black suit that somehow made him look both civilized and dangerously predatory.
My heart did an embarrassing little flip.
I'd assumed he'd already left for New York. What was he still doing here?
I opened the door, trying to ignore how my pulse quickened. "Damian? I thought you'd be halfway to New York by now."
His lips curved into the faintest smile. "Not yet."
"May I come in?" His voice was low, that slight edge of command softened by something gentler.
"Oh." I stepped back automatically. "Come in."
He moved past me, and I caught that scent again—cedar and lavender, sharp and intoxicating. It made my pulse quicken in ways I didn't want to examine too clos
