Damon's POV
I didn't think. My leg drew back, and I kicked—just beside the lock—with everything I had.
The door flew open.
And the scene inside stopped my heart.
Dave had her pinned. Aria's red dress was barely a dress anymore—just strips of fabric clinging to her skin.
Angry red marks bloomed across her arms, her shoulders. Bruises were already forming, dark against the impossible pallor of her skin.
For one heartbeat, the world went silent.
Then—a roar filled my ears. It took me a second to realize it was coming from me. From Rhein.
I crossed the room in two strides.
A fury I'd never known I possessed sent my fist into Dave's face. I felt the impact travel up my arm—bone against bone, the give of flesh.
I heard his jaw c***k.
But this—this wasn't enough.
Rhein was screaming n
