Chapter 16

Victoria's POV I yanked the sheets around myself, fighting the jackhammer in my skull as I tried to scrape together what was left of my dignity. "I'm not making this into some big drama. I'm out of here!" Rolling out of bed, I lunged for my dress, desperate to bolt from this mortifying situation. When I lifted the fabric, my stomach dropped. The delicate straps hung in shreds, the whole thing basically destroyed. I whipped around to glare at Damian. Had he really gone that savage last night? My memories were annoyingly patchy. "My dress!" I yelped, clutching the ruined mess. Damian sprawled lazily against the headboard, wearing that maddeningly calm expression. "I already had new clothes sent up," he said with that arrogant smirk that made Nora snarl in my chest. "I'll cover whatever I trashed." I caught that satisfied gleam in his eyes— destroying my dress had been totally intentional. This possessive bullshit made me hate him even more. That was my favorite dress, and what gave him t