The smirk on his face was unmistakable.
Arrogant.
Familiar.
Damien.
My blood turned to ice as I stared at him, the forest suddenly too quiet, too still.
His eyes—once a dull green I thought I knew—now shimmered with something darker, something wolfish.
He looked different, sharper.
Wilder.
But it was still him.
The boy who’d broken me.
The one who’d mocked my pain.
The one I had spent weeks trying to forget.
And now… he was here.
“In the flesh,” he said with a slow, theatrical bow, as if reading my thoughts.
“Miss me, sweetheart?”
I didn’t answer.
My feet were rooted to the ground, but my pulse was screaming at me to run.
“What do you want?” I managed, my voice sharper than I expected. “Haven’t you done enough?”
He laughed, low and bitter. “Oh, Aurora. Still so d
