Damon’s POV
The moment Nyra left my office, I wanted to kill something. Not her. Not yet. But something. The urge sat beneath my skin like fire. Hot.
Constant.
Impossible to ignore. I remained standing beside my desk long after the door closed behind her. The room had gone silent. The kind of silence that followed a challenge.
The kind that followed disrespect. The kind that followed truth. That last realization irritated me most of all. Because Nyra had been wrong about many things.
Not everything. The kingdom was talking. I knew that. Of course I knew that. Kings always knew when their subjects whispered. The problem was that I had spent weeks pretending those whispers didn't matter.
Now I wasn't so sure. Interesting. Very interesting. Because for perhaps the first time since Elodi
