Damien didn't knock. He shoved the door open like he'd been holding back rage for miles.
Because he was. How dare James Bennett tell him to leave Chloe? Who did he think he was?
Damien's anger was interrupted by the sound of whimpers as he walked in.
"Chloe," his voice thundered through the room.
She was still on the floor, back against the wall, eyes glassy and distant. Her arm was cradled against her chest.
When she saw him, she shuddered.
"Damien…" she whispered.
He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to his knees beside her. His eyes zeroed in on the red mark on her arm.
"What the fuck is this?" he hissed, reaching out but not touching—afraid he might hurt her more.
Chloe looked away.
He grabbed her gently, but firmly. "Chloe. Who did this to you?"
She swallowed hard before answering "My Father."
He stared at her, and then realization crashed down. "He put his hands on you?"
She flinched at the venom in his voice but nodded slowly.
