Damien's eyes were no longer green; they were a predatory gold, burning with a jealousy that nearly suffocated Sofia. "It's your fault," he hissed, his face so close she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Walking into that room wearing that dress… looking like that. You invited every single one of those bastards to stare at you."
Sofia's fear suddenly vanished, replaced by a white-hot spark of anger. She shoved at his chest, though he didn't move an inch. "My fault?" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage. "You were the one who ordered the dress, Damien! You were the one who told me to put it on and told me not to waste your time! I didn't choose this!"
"Don't lie to me," Damien growled, his hand tightening on her arm. "I saw the way you were looking in the mirrors. I think you enjoyed the attention. You liked having every Alpha in the room lose their minds over you. If not for that dress showing off everything you have, no one would have even looked twice at you."
