Ophelia’s POV:
Every word of Marino’s came through the speaker loud and crystal clear in the silence. My heart sank. Instinctively, my gaze landed on Valeria. She had stopped fidgeting with her magazine and was looking up at the phone in his hand with wide, inquisitive eyes.
It was curiosity, not fear. Not yet. She didn't understand the vitriol behind that voice or the history of the man speaking. But the mere idea that I might see the same terror in her eyes someday that I’d seen on that horrific night—when Raymond had tried to snatch her from my arms to cast her aside—made my stomach turn with nausea.
Damon’s voice cut through the room, low and vibrating with a suppressed energy. "The alliance will be intact. I will make sure of that." He didn't look at me; his eyes were fixed on some
