DAMIEN’S POV

I felt her hand on my arm before I even saw her face.

Scarlett. Of course it had to be Scarlett tonight—tall, blonde, red dress screaming for attention. Her fingers curled around my sleeve like she had any right to touch me.

I pulled away fast, stepping back just enough to break the contact. My skin crawled where she’d been. The only touch I ever wanted was Rose’s. Soft, warm, real.

Where was Rose?

I turned, scanning the room for her midnight-blue gown, for those dark curls I loved burying my face in. She’d been right there a minute ago, standing near the bar with that shy little...