Damien's POV
The slam of the door echoed in my office long after Sofia left.
I stood there, fists clenched, staring at the empty space she had filled just moments ago. Her scent still lingered in the room, sharp and sweet, pulling at every part of me that I tried to keep under control.
My chest heaved. My wolf paced violently inside me, restless and angry.
"She's lying," I muttered to myself, dragging a hand through my hair. "She still loves me."
I had seen it in her eyes. I felt it in the way her body had trembled against mine. The way she broke when she said this would never happen again. Those weren't the words of a woman who felt nothing.
No. She was hiding something. Something deeper than just anger or pride.
I turned to the desk and slammed both palms against it, the wood groaning under the force. My eyes burned as Rebecca's name crossed my mind.
Does Sofia still blame me for her death?
