Chapter 158

Victoria's POV I heard Patrick talking non-stop, his words tumbling over each other before Damien could even get a word in. There was something about the way the two men bristled around each other that made my wolf, Nora, pace anxiously inside me. "Victoria, I didn't—that's not what I meant," Patrick finally managed, his voice carrying a hint of desperation that made my skin prickle. I sighed, feeling the tension build between my shoulder blades. "I know. Both of you, just stop. Damien, come with me." I reached out, my fingers wrapping around Damien's wrist. His skin burned hot against mine, reminding me of the undeniable connection between us that I was still fighting. Patrick's face fell, his amber eyes reflecting disappointment as he realized I was about to leave with Damien. All the effort he'd put into preparing dinner would go to waste—I hadn't even taken a single bite. "Since Mr. Sterling is apparently your friend," Patrick said, his voice strained but polite, "why don't we all