Gabriella

“What does it say?” I asked as a vein in Damien’s forehead pulsated.

His gaze came my way, the shade darker than I’d ever seen. “It wasn’t you.”

“Was it…?” I couldn’t bring myself to say her name.

She wouldn’t.

“Amber,” I finally said.

Damien nodded as he reached for my shoulders. “She’s a bitch, but she wouldn’t hurt Duchess. That’s psychopath level.” He looked ...