Braxton’s POV
The basement of Damon’s mansion wasn’t a basement at all. It was a training hall the size of a cathedral, with floors reinforced in black steel, walls layered with enchantments, and scorch marks everywhere like ghosts of past battles.
“This is where you’ll live until you stop being a liability,” Lucien barked, tossing a blade at my feet.
“I just got out of a hospital,” I muttered.
“You just survived three bullets,” Damon cut in, stepping out of the shadows in a suit that probably cost more than a village. His voice was low, smooth, but merciless. “Don’t insult us by pretending you’re fragile.”
I clenched my fists. The fire inside me responded instantly, flickering in my veins like a hungry beast.
“Control it,” Lucien snapped, seeing the glow flare in my eyes. “Or it con
