SLOANE
Damon was shaking. I could see it, the way his hands kept curling and uncurling at his sides, the way his jaw was locked so tight a muscle was jumping in his cheek. He wasn't just angry that his punch had landed on Kade instead of Ronan. He was furious that Ronan was still standing there completely unscathed, hands in his pockets, wearing the face of a man who'd done nothing wrong. Like he was the victim in all of this. Like we were the ones who owed him something.
And me? I was done. Completely, utterly, bone-deep done with all of it.
I looked down at Cade in my arms, his small warm weight the only thing keeping me anchored to this room right now, the only thing stopping me from walking out that door and never looking back. His lashes were soft against his cheeks and his breathi
