Prince Damian Lucien POV
The Night Before the Rift Campaign – Campfire, Stew, and Too Many Feelings
By all rights, I shouldn’t have been there.
Not because of rank. Not because of prophecy. Simply because the moment Abby MacMayer looked at Duke Alaric with that soft, half-smiling, secretly-sharp gaze of hers—I knew I was the third shadow in a two-person storm.
Still, I stayed.
I stayed because I’d seen what she could do. And I stayed because I remembered.
Max hadn’t told me her name, not directly. Only that someone like her existed—someone powerful enough to end what he’d started. But seeing it with my own eyes… it was different. It felt heavier. Real.
The thing was, I hadn’t expected her to be so...
Human.
Laughing, eating stew, wiping her mouth on her sleeve while telling Anita
