Scarlet
"Damien!" My voice cracked like thunder through the night, thick with disgust and something darker—something I had never felt before.
The storm inside me bled into the world around us. The wind howled through the trees, whipping my hair around my face, and the air grew heavy, suffocating.
Damien didn’t move.
But for the first time—just for a fraction of a second—he hesitated.
I saw it in his stance, the way his muscles tensed, the way his eyes flickered as if he was the prey now instead of the predator.
It wasn’t enough.
He had no idea what fear felt like.
It was only fair he felt a sliver of the weakness I had faced my entire life.
"You don't belong here," Damien spat, shoving that brief moment of doubt away as his eyes darkened once more. "You never did. And now? You’re
