CHAPTER 36: A LINE IN THE SAND
(Selene’s POV)
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Even as I forced my breathing to slow, even as I willed my heart to steady—the power inside me refused to settle.
It coiled beneath my skin like a living thing.
Like it belonged to me.
Like it was always meant to be mine.
And that terrified me.
Damian was close, his presence grounding, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He was waiting. Watching. Not with fear—never fear—but something worse.
Worry.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to look away from him. I needed a distraction—something solid to hold onto. My gaze snapped to Devereaux, standing just a few feet away, his pale fingers touching his throat where I had nearly crushed his windpipe.
He wasn’t afraid either.
He was pleased.
That smirk—that d
