Aria
Damian’s gun didn’t waver. His whole body was tense, ready to pull the trigger if Lucian so much as breathed wrong.
Lucian, for the first time, actually looked rattled. His hand hovered in the air, unsure whether to reach for his weapon or pretend he was harmless.
“You’re making a mistake, Damian,” Lucian said smoothly, but there was a c***k in his voice, a ripple of fear that he couldn’t hide. “You don’t want a war with me.”
“You declared war the second you touched her,” Damian snapped back. His arm flexed, steady, and ready to fire. “One more move, and I won’t miss.”
I stumbled backward, clutching my arm where Lucian had grabbed me. My heart was hammering against my ribs, and my knees threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay standing.
I didn’t want to be weak. Not n
