Damian was in his study, hands clenched as he stared at old files but saw nothing. Guilt and anger twisted in his chest, fighting each other until he couldn't breathe. He ran a hand through his hair.
A soft knock.
Before he could answer, the door opened and Isabel walked in, swaying her hips deliberately, her perfume filling the room.
"Damian…" she whispered, walking closer, her fingers brushing his chest, trying to seduce him. "I missed you."
He pushed her hands off him instantly, cold and hard.
"Leave."
"Damian—"
"I said leave."
His voice was venom.
Isabel froze, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger. She stepped back and stormed out, slamming the door.
Damian exhaled harshly, chest heaving. He couldn't sit with his thoughts anymore—so he stood and made the one mistake his heart was begging for.
He walked straight to Elena's room.
He didn't knock.
He pushed the door open.
Elena spun around, startled.
"Damian—what are you doing here?"
