Damien kicked the door open, Gwen’s limp body in his arms. Savanna froze in the living room, her mouth hanging open.
“Damien—why is this woman here?” she demanded, stepping closer.
He didn’t even look at her. His jaw was tight, eyes burning with a mixture of anger and pain. He carried Gwen straight upstairs, ignoring Savanna’s voice echoing after him.
“Damien! I’m talking to you!” she yelled, following him to the bedroom.
He laid Gwen gently on the bed and grabbed a wet towel, wiping the dirt and blood from her face with trembling hands.
Savanna barged in right after. “Damien, what the hell is going on?”
Jace stepped in, blocking her path with his tall frame. “Out, Savanna. You’ll understand what’s happening later.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” she snapped, shoving his sho
