Damien POV
I was furious.
I can’t believe I let him die right in front of me and not even by my own hands. I got nothing from him. No names. No answers. No clue who the hell was behind any of this.
Lucas drove like a man possessed, the car swerving just as wildly as Aurélie’s had when she left Maurice’s pack earlier. I couldn’t blame him. I was barely holding my aura back, barely keeping my block in place. Through the pack link, he’d feel every spike of my pain.
The poison was spreading burning deeper, hotter. I could feel it crawling through me, claiming more ground by the second. That bullet had to come out. Now.
Maurice, however, was being absolutely f*****g useless.
He lounged in the back seat, tossing out comments like this was all some kind of entertainment, each one winding me
