Damien's POV
The door clicked shut behind me, too softly for the storm inside my chest. I should've said something. Anything. But instead, I handed her a box and walked away like a goddamn coward.
My jaw tightened as I stormed down the corridor, every step fueled by an inferno I couldn't contain. Not just at the bloodied note or the bastards threatening her. No, this fire clawing under my skin had a name.
Enzo.
The image of his hand resting on Zendaya's shoulder kept flashing like a curse I couldn't outrun. Too casual. Too damn familiar. And worse—she let him.
Midnight snarled low in my chest, a warning tremor that pulsed through my bones. He touched what's ours. His fury mirrored mine. I'd barely restrained him when I walked into that hallway and saw them standing so close it made my skin crawl.
