Damien stepped out onto the terrace, drawing in a long, steady breath as his fingers dragged through his hair. His mind was a storm he couldn't quiet.
He couldn't understand it.
Why would she want to leave him?
Where had he gone wrong?
A part of him knew, knew she wasn't thinking clearly. How could she be, after everything she had endured? Anyone would be shaken, fractured after surviving something like that.
Still, the thought gnawed at him.
He was grateful more than anything that she was alive, that she was safe. And whoever had done this to her… he would make them pay.
But her words
She thought he wanted her as a rebound.
The idea alone twisted something deep inside him.
So consumed was he in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the presence beside him until a tall figure appeared at his side.
He didn't need to turn to know who it was.
Dominique.
