Damon
Selene’s skin still bore the faint bruises of her captivity, yet her eyes glowed with fire again. I had missed that fire, missed the only person who understood the weight of vengeance. Without her, the nights had been unbearable. But now that she was here, free, she was more than my partner… she was my weapon.
But she didn't need to know that.
Still, unease gnawed at me. I kept seeing Killian with her, Lyra, his arm around her shoulders, the tenderness in his gaze. It curdled my blood. I wanted to rip her out of his arms, crush her throat until that soft smile faded forever. Every time I saw them together, I could barely breathe. Rage made the air heavy, thick, choking.
But rage alone wouldn’t break them. I needed precision.
Selene sat across from me, her long hair unbound, her
