DAMON’S POV
I didn’t go far, I couldn’t. The moment I stepped out of Elodie’s room, the air in the corridor felt too tight, too suffocating. Her scent still clung to me, her words echoing in my head with a persistence I couldn’t shake.
You don’t get to care now.
My jaw tightened as I walked, each step sharper than the last. She had looked at me like I was nothing. Like I had no claim, Like the bond meant less than the humiliation I had forced on her.
And worse—She had chosen to stand her ground, Against me. A low growl sat in my chest as I turned down the main corridor, heading back toward my chambers. This was getting out of control, and it was all Nathan’s fault. His return and Nyra’s threats and even Elodie’s defiance were all getting to me and threatening to break me. I couldn’t al
