nerve: her obsession with status. The ti

attered. A primal scream of

loves me! You

at Gwen, her nails

tto heels, stumbled forward. She crashed sideways into a mas

cascade of shattering glass and gushing water. Ex

e of glass sliced open her palm. Blood welled up, dark red against her pal

instant. He knelt in the glass and wa

r eyes met Gwen's cold stare,

om the floor. Ignoring her own bleeding hand, she scrambled

h! I'll k

w her arms up to protect her

ever

es from Gwen's cheek. Damien had moved, fast as a snake,

as it sliced de

n his wrist, dripp

m fell

at his hand.

he dropped the glass. "Dami! Oh my God, Dami, I'm s

ble. He didn't look at Isabel. His eyes, burn

een humiliated, and now she was bleeding. His sense of control-so vital to him-had been shattered by Gwen's defiance. He need

s to her were

or. Apolog

hat? She just tried to attac

ho came into my home and threatened her? If it wasn't for you,

aying the blame for Isabel's p

ber of feeling Gwen might have h

or and Mrs. Davis, instructing t

blocking the light from the doorway. He w

gers digging into her skin, forcing her to look at h

eated, the word a l

ou will not walk out

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