Kira's POV
Damon shot me an angry glare, his Alpha dominance bleeding through. "How can you speak to Serena like that? Our bond dissolution has nothing to do with her."
"Sure. Nothing at all," I replied, my tone deliberately casual.
His outburst of fury was like striking at air, he had no power over me anymore, and we both knew it.
That evening, I stayed at Celia's apartment in the capital's residential district, grateful for the refuge away from the apartment I'd shared with Damon.
Thompson showed up unexpectedly around sunset, carrying a bottle of expensive wine from the northern territories.
"I thought we should mark the occasion," he said, his expression carrying both warmth and something more intense I couldn't quite name. "Your freedom from that bastard deserves celebration."
