~Damien's POV~

I'm pissed.

Not just irritated. Not mildly annoyed.

Fucking livid.

She's getting too comfortable. Wading into territory that doesn't belong to her. Prodding old scars like she has the right. Poking around in rooms that were locked for a reason.

Bianca's never known how to leave things alone.

Even now—after I've drawn the lines, after I've dragged her across them and shown her what happens when she crosses me—she still doesn't learn.

Still keeps prying.

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