Damien entered the room fast and shut the door behind him. Ivy was removing the belt from her dress when she heard his footsteps. She turned, ready to talk, but she didn’t get the chance.

Damien crossed the space in three long steps and pulled her into his arms. His grip was tight, firm, almost desperate. She froze for a second in surprise.

“Damien”

“I know,” he said against her hair. His voice was low, warm, and heavy. “I know why you did it.”

Ivy opened her mouth, but he hugged ...