Damien's POV
Mira wanted to stay.
Of course, she did.
I leaned against the doorway of the living room, swirling my glass of bourbon as I watched her pace. She had the air of someone who was used to getting her way—sharp heels clicking on the hardwood floor, arms crossed, chin lifted.
"Damien, you can't be serious," she said, her voice laced with disbelief. "You're sending me off to some random vampire like I'm a package? What happened to family?"
I raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip before answering. "Family? Is that what we are now? Because the last time I checked, you were hanging out with the guy who nearly wiped out this entire pack."
Her expression hardened, but she didn't back down. "I had no choice! Luke kept me alive, Damien."
"Did he?" I asked, my tone dri
