Julian's POV
The silence of the packhouse was deceptive, masking the storm brewing beneath its surface. Damien had crossed a line last night, one that no amount of smooth-talking or charm could justify. The law—above all else—was clear: humans were not to know about our world. And yet, he'd taken Remi, unpredictable and bloodlusted, to a nightclub teeming with humans.
Reckless didn't begin to cover it.
As much as I hated to admit it, his plan seemed to have worked. Remi had come back looking calmer, more in control. But at what cost? Damien had gambled with the secrecy of our kind, the single law that kept us safe. If she had lost control, if someone had seen too much, if any part of it had gone wrong…
I shook the thought away, running a hand through my hair as I made my way
