Damian’s eyes narrowed, stepping closer until the space between us felt suffocating.

“What has that to do with me?” I bit back, clutching my shopping bags tighter.

“Really?” Damian asked.

I hmphed, crossing my arms.

“Are you and your sister playing games now? Do you think this is a joke?”

“My sister and I,” I echoed, lifting a brow. “That was an improvement. Or was I overthinking it?”

His jaw ticked.

Previously, he’d say. Why did you hurt Vivian?

Now he said “you and your sister.”

Whatever. I was never letting my guard down again.

“You should ask Vivian, not me,” I muttered, turning away.

But he pulled me back...