Serena scoffed. « Don’t be ridiculous. »
Damian took one more step, and the temperature of the air plummeted. « Now. »
Serena dropped the scissors with a clatter.
« You’re overreacting, » she snapped, but her confidence was fracturing.
Damian picked the scissors up carefully—not to threaten, but to disarm the space. He set them on a distant table and turned to Serena, eyes cold with absolute clarity.
« Get out, » he said.
Serena blinked.
« Excuse me? »
Damian didn’t raise his voice. « Pack your things and leave my house. Today. »
Serena’s mask slipped. « You can’t do that to me! After everything I’ve done for you— »
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