AURORA POV
“You think I give a damn about your f*****g necklace? Fine, I broke it. But it was for your own good.”
Damion rubbed his temple as though I were some nuisance gnawing at his patience.
His words cut like glass.
That necklace wasn’t just an ornament. It was the only tether I had left to my mother, the only reminder of her warmth. And he destroyed it like it was nothing.
My chest burned with fury. I stomped forward until I was standing toe-to-toe with him, trembling with rage.
“Even if you don’t care—which has been the clearest truth since the moment we met—you should’ve been more considerate! That necklace was mine. Mine. And you had no right to destroy it!” I snapped, my voice laced with venom.
Damion tilted his head, regarding me with those cold eyes that seemed to strip
