Aria’s phone buzzed again. She sighed, reaching for it—
But Damian was faster.
He snatched the phone, glanced at the name flashing on the screen—Lucas Walter—and his jaw tightened like stone.
Without a word, he hurled the phone onto the couch.
“Hey!” Aria protested. “That’s my—”
“Distraction,” he said darkly, closing the distance between them...