Sophia's POV
I pulled Damien back before he reached Marcus.
Not gently. I grabbed his arm with both hands and put my entire weight into stopping him and he could have shaken me off without effort, he was twice my strength and entirely consumed by something I had never seen on his face before, but he stopped.
"Damien," I said. "Dominic needs you alive and not in prison for what you're about to do."
His chest was heaving. His eyes were on Marcus and Marcus was backing away now, gun still raised but shaking, surrounded by Zane and Elijah and the wreckage of his own hired men.
"Damien," I said again. Softer this time. "Look at me."
He looked at me.
Whatever he saw in my face did something. The fury didn't disappear but it stopped being the only thing in his eyes.
Behind us, sirens. Clo
