CHAPTER 16
Damien’s POV
The slam of her body against the car door was a sound that would haunt me—a sickening thud of metal and fragile bones. My chest heaved, not from the exertion, but from the storm raging inside me. The image of her hand on Victor’s, her smile for him, was a film reel on a loop behind my eyes, poisoning every rational thought.
“Do you have any idea what you were doing in there?” The words tore from my throat, raw and guttural.
She wrenched her wrist from my grip as if my touch burned. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she sneered, her eyes flashing with a fire that could reduce empires to ash. “Was I supposed to sit alone like a forgotten trophy on a shelf while Seraphina wrapped herself around you like a second skin?”
Her words landed like a physical blow, but my temper burned ev
