Maria.
"Davian, what's going on here?"
The voice came from the doorway, calm but alert.
Damien stepped into the room, his presence immediately drawing everyone's attention. His eyes moved quickly across the space, clearly sensing the heavy tension that filled the air.
It was impossible not to feel it.
The kind of tension that sat thick in the chest, making every breath feel slightly heavier.
Damien's gaze moved from Davian to Noah, reading the hostility in their stances. Then his eyes shifted again…and landed on me.
I stood behind Noah, half shielded by his broad frame, my fingers still lightly gripping the back of his shirt. The moment Damien noticed me there, his expression sharpened slightly.
His brows pulled together in a faint frown.
Before he could say anything else, Davian spoke first.
"It's Noah causing a scene," he said bluntly, his tone carrying clear irritation. "Because of the same woman our brother took an arrow for."
