Grace POV

Every head in the room turned toward Damien. I crossed my arms, my chin lifting as I met his gaze.

"What exactly do you think you understand, Alpha Damien?" I asked, letting his title roll off my tongue like poison.

He flinched. Just barely—a twitch at the corner of his eye, a slight tightening of his jaw. But I caught it. After three years of studying his every expression, searching for any sign of affection that never came, I knew his tells ...