Matthew slowly removed his hand.
Sofia felt the warmth leave her face as he stepped back.
Damien's gaze went straight to her. She was still wrapped in his coat. Still shaking.
For a second… something painful flickered in his eyes.
Then it was gone.
"Leave," Damien said to Mathew, his voice flat.
Matthew hesitated. "Damien, she—"
"Leave," Damien repeated, sharper this time.
Matthew looked at Sofia, worry written all over his face. "I'll come back," he whispered to her.
Then he walked away.
The door closed softly behind him.
Sofia and Damien were alone again.
And the silence between them was louder than any scream.
"What was that?" Damien asked with a barely controlled rage.
Sofia didn't answer.
His eyes darkened at her silence.
"So," he went on, his voice turning cold, "me having you wasn't enough? You needed him too?"
Sofia's head snapped up. Her eyes widened. "No—"
But the words died in her throat.
The fear.
The shock.
The exhaustion.
