Damion’s POV

I stormed out of Isabelle’s house, her last words echoing in my mind. “He’s not yours. That’s all you need to know.”

But I didn’t believe her. I couldn’t. The way she avoided my gaze, the tremor in her voice—it all screamed of something she was hiding. And I wasn’t about to let this go.

My car sat idling on the curb, but I didn’t get in. Instead, I leaned against the hood, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire burning inside me. Nathan’s face ...