Damon's Point of View
I slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound echoing through the empty parking lot like a gunshot.
My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles went white, the leather creaking under the pressure.
She'd been thinking about him.
While I kissed her. While I held her. While I claimed her mouth like it belonged to me—because it did belong to me, goddess damn it—she'd been thinking about that bastard who'd climbed through her window.
The rage that burned through my veins was unlike anything I'd felt before. Hot and viscous, coating my insides until every breath felt like swallowing fire.
'Kill him,' my wolf snarled, pacing restlessly. 'Find him. Rip him apart. Make sure he never touches our mate again.'
"I plan to."
But first, I needed to know w
