Kiera's P.O.V.
The door slammed behind me, a quiet echo of my frustration reverberating through the walls of our quarters. My fists were clenched, every muscle in my body taut, the pulse in my neck throbbing with anger.
I had been patient. I had stayed quiet while Rowan played his mind games. But now, watching Damian stand there, agreeing to something that could tear our family apart, my patience was gone.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I snapped, spinning on him as he stood near the hearth, his back to me, staring into the flames like they held the answers to everything. “How could you even think about this, Damian? A duel? Are you seriously going to risk your life like this? For what—some stupid test of who’s fit to lead?”
He didn’t respond immediately, just stood there, his shoulders stif
