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Even if he and Annika can’t stand each other…although I have questions about that kiss at the altar…she’s hiswifenow. And I know he’ll protect her with everything he has for that reason alone.
Still. My best friend, my sister, my shadow, is leaving me.
Damian picks up on my subtle mood dip. He’s good like that.
“You’re thinking about Anni leaving.”
I nod.
“I just can’t believeshe got fucking married,” he sighs. “And that I was in a coma so I couldn’t say ‘yeah, me, right here,’ when they asked if anyone present objected.”
I snort. “Actually, I don’t think they asked that at all.”
“Sounds like collusion to me.”
I roll my eyes. “She’s in good hands.”
“Kenzo Mori is a fucking snake. The whole family is.”
I shrug. “They’re notallbad.”
“Meaning?” Damian growls.
I quickly shove any thoughts of Mal down.
“Hey, Hana is cool. Anni and I have been hanging out with her.”
“Who, the bleach-blonde robot ice queen?”
I glare at him. “She’s a friend.”
“You’re pronouncingenemywrong.”
I sigh, patting his arm. “You’re a little behind on this season’s episodes, what with the coma and all. I think you’ve got some binge watching to do.”
“I think I like that idea about as much as I like those fucking marks on you,” he growls, his sharp, venomous eyes scanning me, his gaze lingering on my neck.
Where Malmauledme.
I instinctively reach up to touch my throat, trying to cover the bruises. Damian’s expression hardens.
“Who did that to you?” he asks, his voice suddenly cold, all traces of joking gone.
I stiffen, my heart hammering in my chest. “No one,” I shrug.
Damian’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Freya. Don’t fucking lie to me. If someone’s hurting you?—”
“No one’s hurting me,” I interrupt, my voice steadier than I feel. “I’m fine. Seriously.”
He sits back, his expression unreadable as he studies me. “Are youseeingsomeone?”
I shake my head…maybe a bit too quickly.
“Whaaat?” I drawl casually, waving a hand. “No. Definitely not.”
Damian doesn’t push it, but his eyes remain sharp, the tension between us palpable. He knows me well enough to guess whenI’m hiding something, but he also knows when not to press. So he just lets out a soft sigh, his fingers twisting the bed sheets.
“Just be careful,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. “This world will eat you alive if you let it.”
