Elena’s POV

Damien’s breath brushed against my face as he spoke.

It wasn’t accidental, nor was it careless. It was warm, deliberate, and close enough that I could feel the rhythm of it against my skin, leaving me no room to pretend I didn’t understand what he was implying.

My heart skipped violently.

I turned my head slightly, the movement small and instinctive, guilt flickering through my eyes before I could suppress it.

So he really knew everything.

I had ...