Isabelle’s POV
The tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate.
Brian stepped inside, brushing past Damion like he didn’t exist, but the way his shoulders squared told me he felt the weight of the moment just as much as I did.
Damion, on the other hand, hadn’t moved.
He stood in the center of my living room like he belonged there, his jaw clenched so tightly I could practically hear his teeth grinding. His fists were still curled at his sides, his body rigid, his eyes locked onto me.
I ignored him.
Instead, I turned to Brian, taking the wine bottle from his hands, letting my fingers linger over his just long enough for Damion to see.
“Thanks for bringing this,” I said smoothly, flashing a small smile. “I could use a drink.”
Brian smiled back, but there was an edge to it. “I f
