Indeed, Damon had changed. Before, he used to be a law-abiding CEO, measured and controlled, a man who moved through boardrooms with quiet precision and never let emotion crack the surface.
But after his time at the pack, there was a side of him he could no longer hide, especially when something he claimed felt threatened. That restless energy simmered in him constantly, ready to rise the moment Quinn was involved.
Quinn's phone started ringing, the sound sharp and insistent in the tense silence between them. She looked at Damon, her face pale, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and helplessness. "It's my dad."
"Don't answer it," Damon said and took her by the arm. His grip was gentle but firm, the kind that left no space for argument. The warmth of his hand against her skin sent a confusing rush through her, part comfort, part ache.
