Isabelle’s POV

The tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate.

Brian stepped inside, brushing past Damion like he didn’t exist, but the way his shoulders squared told me he felt the weight of the moment just as much as I did.

Damion, on the other hand, hadn’t moved.

He stood in the center of my living room like he belonged there, his jaw clenched so tightly I could practically hear his teeth grinding. His fists were still curled at his sides, his body rigid, his eyes locked ...