Grace POV

Damien's words echo in my head.

Whore. Slut.

I should be used to his cruelty by now. Should be numb to it after three years of verbal abuse disguised as concern.

But I'm not.

The venom in his voice—the satisfaction when he heard me in Ethan's room—it cuts deeper than I want to admit.

'I don't care about him anymore. I don't.'

But my body tells a different story. Tension coils through my muscles. My hands shake.

The heat from ...