DAMON’S POV
For the first time in weeks, I could breathe. Not because the pressure was gone. Not because the tension had disappeared. But because something had finally settled.
She was back…The bond—distorted, weakened, unpredictable as it had become—felt steadier now. Not whole. Not what it once was…but closer. Within reach.
My hand rested against the table as I stood alone in the chamber, my gaze unfocused, my thoughts quieter than they had been in days.
This was how it was supposed to be.
Not her running, not him interfering. Not that constant pull in two directions that made everything feel unstable.
Here… In my territory and under my control. Everything aligned again.
Or at least…It would. A sharp knock broke the silence. I didn’t turn.
“Enter.”
The door opened, I didn’t need
