Chương 18: Loose Threads...

Damian lay in his bed, staring up at the fancy ceiling of his chamber. The flickering light from the fireplace created moving shadows around the room, yet his thoughts were anything but calm.

The flavor of Evelina's lips stayed with him, the memory of their passionate kiss playing in his mind like a tune he couldn't forget. His chest tightened as Storm growled softly in his thoughts.

"She pushed us away," Storm murmured in a low, frustrating voice.

"She's angry," Damian replied silently. "And she has every right to be. I let this whole engagement nonsense happen."

"Angry? She kissed you back," Storm pointed smugly. "She wanted us. We both felt it."

Damian exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. The kiss had been a moment of passion, yes, but it had also been a clear reminder of the chaos their bond was causing. 

"My father's announcement must have hurt her. But what else was I supposed to do?"