Damian's P.O.V.
My muscles tensed as I loomed over Lila, her smirk twisting something primal in me. Every instinct screamed for me to silence her smugness, but her words stopped me cold.
“Waiting?” I growled, my voice sharp and demanding. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Her eyes gleamed with malicious delight, a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, Damian,” she purred mockingly. “You thought dragging me back here was your victory? It’s exactly what I wanted.”
My fists clenched, my wolf clawing beneath the surface, desperate for release. “Speak plainly, Lila. Now.”
She laughed, a grating sound that made the hair on the back of my neck rise. “It’s bait,” she said, her voice laced with venomous glee. “You think I didn’t know you’d come for me? That’s the thing about being underestima
