Selene
I watched him pace. Back and forth, like a caged beast who didn’t even know the bars that held him were made of his own hands.
Damon was furious, but underneath that fury, I saw it, that hesitation, that raw ache when Lyra’s name brushed past his lips. He thought I didn’t notice. He thought his face didn’t betray him. But I had loved Damon too long, too deeply, too destructively, to miss the truth.
And it was tearing me apart.
“You should have handled it,” he growled, turning sharply on his heel. “You had the chance, Selene. You had her right there, why didn’t you end it?”
The accusation cut deep, but what hurt more was the way he said her. Lyra. As though her existence was the pulse of every rage inside him. As though her shadow still lived between us.
“I was careful,” I his
