Damon's POV
Agent Torres is supposed to be dead. That's what Mills just said, and the words are still bouncing around in my skull like pinballs. Dead but walking around in our driveway, working security for Uncle Richard.
"How the f**k is that possible?" I ask.
"Partial integration," Mills says, already moving toward her bag. "They don't turn everyone into complete robots. Some people they just... redirect."
Great. So we can't trust anyone, not even the people who are supposed to be protecting us. My wolf is pacing inside my head, agitated as hell. Too many threats, too many unknowns.
Then Kira's emotions hit me like a freight train.
Not physical pain - this is worse. This is her grief over her father's murder slamming through our mate bond, raw and jagged and f*****g devastating. Th
