Camilla's POV
Damon’s silence became suffocating after a while with every second feeling like it was ripping strips from my skin.
I searched his face for something, anything that looked like the man who had just promised to make me his Luna. But all I found was a hard, empty stare.
My throat felt tight as I reached out and tugged at the front of his shirt. “Damon, say something. Please.”
He looked down at my hand. For a moment, I thought he would take it and kiss it like he had so many times before.
Instead, he gave me a look so vicious it made my blood run cold.
“You are a w***e,” he snarled.
I gasped, letting my hand drop. Before I could utter a word, his hand shoved against my shoulder so hard I fell back onto the bed.
“Damon, I…”
“Shut up!” he snapped and then turned to face
