Chapter 61

• I waited for Damien to say something, anything—but silence hung heavy between us. He just stood there, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Typical. Always the brooding boss, always holding back.
• “If you won’t go,” I said, voice sharper than I intended, “then I will. I’m taking Ethan home.”
• Ethan crossed his arms with dramatic flair and puffed out his cheeks. He looked like an angry little fish—adorable and fierce, like a Sinclair through and through. But that stubborn streak? That was all Damien.