Damon’s POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Aria stood there in the garden, the faint breeze teasing strands of her hair, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. The wall of stone she’d just summoned loomed behind her, solid and unyielding, like a monument to her strength.
I’ve seen her do incredible things before—hell, I’ve seen her face off against monsters that would send most wolves running for the hills—but this? This was something else. Watching her channel the earth, commanding it to bend to her will, was... humbling.
Not that I’d ever admit that aloud, of course.
“Remind me never to get on her bad side,” Drake muttered, stepping up beside me.
“Wise choice,” I replied, my eyes still fixed on her.
She turned then, her gaze meeting mine. There was something in h
