Damien’s POV:
Selene’s loud voice split the air apart,
“That b***h broke my hand,”
The air around us froze, and I blinked. Even Marcus, who was walking just a couple of steps behind me, stopped.
Selene said those words, hoping to elicit an angry reaction from me. I did get angry, but it was not for her, I was angry at her.
Not just at her words, but at her audacity and desperation. I didn’t need to be able to read minds to realize who she was talking about, and it was only because I had learned to control my rage that I had not slapped those words out of her thoughts.
It wasn’t just at her shameful behavior, it was also in her eyes. I could spot the same sort of disdain Rowan had for my mate within her eyes, and that slowly began to convince me that maybe Selene was the other pe
