Damon's POV
Too intimate.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. My vision tunneled. Red. Hot.
Rhein was snarling. Mine. Ours. Take her—take her back!
I didn't move. Couldn't. If I did, I wouldn't stop. My hands would wrap around his throat. My claws would tear. Rhein would have his blood.
I couldn't.
Tear Noah apart just to prove I cared about her? That was insane.
Kill him!
Tear him!
Mine, Rhein kept saying. She's mine. She's ours. Not his. Never his.
He was pacing in my chest, snarling, clawing, a low, possessive growl building in my throat.
The words burned in my chest. Every second he stayed there, every second his skin touched hers—I was losing control.
Inch by inch...
Until his fingers finally grazed her lips.
The thread I'd been holding onto—the one keeping me ground
