AURORA'S POV
Sera’s voice finally vanished from Damion’s bedroom, but it left an echo inside me like a knife scraping bone. The silence that followed wasn’t comforting — it was suffocating.
What did I expect? That he’d stop her? That he’d choose me, defend me, tear down this ridiculous plan he was dragging me into?
For a foolish second, I thought maybe the training was his way of protecting me. But now, staring at him, I wondered if he only enjoyed watching me bleed.
I stepped out of the bath, steam curling around me like smoke from a ruined fire. A towel clung to my damp skin, but I didn’t care about modesty. I cared about the ache in my chest and the man who refused to meet my eyes.
When Damion finally reached for me, I shoved him off so hard his hand fell like dead weight.
“Auror
