ELODIE’S POV
The night air should have helped. It didn’t. Every step away from the hall only made it worse. The further we moved from the noise, the clearer everything inside me became—and I hated it. The bond wouldn’t settle, It wasn’t just there anymore. It was active. Damon.
His emotions hit me in waves I couldn’t control…anger. Sharp. Burning. Possessive and underneath it. Something darker. Something that made my chest tighten in a way that didn’t feel like rage. I stumbled slightly. Nathan’s hand tightened around mine instantly.
“Easy.”
“I am fine,” I said, but my voice betrayed me.
“You are not.”
He didn’t slow down, didn’t stop but I could feel it— His awareness sharpening.
“I can feel him,” I admitted, my voice quieter now. “It’s getting worse.” Nathan didn’t respond immedia
