Betty's POV. 

The evening air kissed my skin as I stepped through the gate, and that's when I saw a sleek black sedan idling at the curb, its engine purring softly in the twilight. 

My breath caught.

Damien stood beside the passenger door, and for a moment, I forgot how to move forward. 

His black hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, and the style did something I hadn't expected.

It stripped away any barrier between me and those sharp, handsome features. 

His jawline. The ...