ROSE’S POV

I burst out of the restroom hallway like I was being chased, my heels clacking too loud on the marble floor. My heart was still hammering from Scarlett’s words, every syllable echoing in my head like a bad dream I couldn’t shake. Dark desires. Tied up. Spanked. BDSM. And the worst part—her saying she’d been the one to fulfill them for Damien.

My Damien.

I needed air. Space. Anything to stop the spinning in my brain.

But there he was.

Damien.

Waiting right outside, hands shoved deep in his pant pockets, leaning against the wall like a shadow come to life. God, even now, even with everything twisting...