Damien’s POV
“Because some truths would only put you in danger.”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
The moment they did, I regretted them.
Ofelia stood in front of me in the open field, her face pale from the riding accident and her wrist marked red where the reins had burned her skin. Victoria remained a few steps away, watching us with growing confusion, while Thomas held Willow’s reins in tense silence.
No one spoke.
The wind moved across the grass and carried the scent of damp earth from the forest.
Ofelia was the first to recover.
“What danger?”
Her voice was quieter now, but that only made the question harder to avoid.
I looked toward the tree line.
Nothing moved between the branches, yet I could feel the threat waiting beyond them. The incident had happened
