DAMON’S POV
I shouldn’t have left.
The moment the door slammed behind me, I knew it but I didn’t stop walking. I didn’t turn back. I didn’t slow down. I just kept moving, like distance would somehow fix what had just happened, like space would quiet the noise in my head that refused to settle no matter how hard I tried to force it into place. It didn’t. If anything, it got worse. Louder. Sharper. Every step I took only seemed to echo her words back at me, repeating them in a way that made it impossible to ignore.
I chose him, my jaw tightened.
No.
That wasn’t how this worked, that wasn’t how it was supposed to work. She didn’t get to choose him. Not over me. Not when I was the one bound to her. Not when I was the one who—
My thoughts cut off abruptly, frustration building into someth
