Damon's POV
The Maybach's engine roared through the pre-dawn streets.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that veins bulged across my knuckles.
The hours at the hospital had been torture. Claudia lay crying in her hospital bed, while deep in my soul, that hollow feeling from the mate bond being forcibly broken wouldn't go away.
It felt like a cold needle lodged in my chest. The tearing sensation had stopped after a few minutes, but the unsettling loss of control kept spreading through my blood.
Aria.
That woman had to be behind this.
To get my attention. To secure her position. Her tactics were getting more sophisticated—she actually dared to break the mate bond to threaten me.
"You think this little stunt can threaten me?"
I laughed bitterly through clenched teeth. Rhein
