ELENA'S POV

“And you couldn't talk to me first?"

Damien’s voice echoed in my head for the hundredth time as I drove through the quiet Sunday streets.

My grip tightened around the steering wheel, my jaw clenching.

That one line.

Hypocritical. Ridiculous.

He decided to move halfway across the world without telling me first. But now he was angry that I made a decision without consulting him?

The contradiction made something hot and sharp twist in my chest.

I was furious. Furious at his ...