Elena's POV

"I'll help you remember," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.

The space between us went still, like the air was holding its breath. Damian's eyes locked on mine - the tension between us was no longer just emotional, it was physical, magnetic, relentless. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't look away.

He didn't have to.

I closed the distance.

My lips pressed against his - soft, searching, then deepening with the kind of hunger I'd buried for far too long. Damian ...