MIRABEL POV.
“You are a hybrid. How long were you planning to keep that from us?” Damian demanded sharply. His eyes were dark and unreadable, making my chest tighten painfully.
“I… I was going to tell you,” I started, but his bitter laugh cut me off mid-sentence.
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, stepping closer. “You never intended to tell us, did you?”
“I didn’t want to tell you because… because it would ruin everything! It would destroy my life and my mom’s. I was just—”
“You were just hiding,” Damian interrupted coldly.
“Turn around,” he ordered, moving closer to me.
My heart raced a million miles per second, and my body instinctively moved under his command. Was he about to strangle me? Drag me back to the packhouse and toss me in front of his brothers like a piece of evidence?
