OLIVIA’S POV
The ride home from Blackbeard Pack was painfully silent.
Damon drove, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as if lost in thought. I sat beside him, staring out the window, letting the passing trees blur together. My mind was still stuck on everything that had happened back there—the tension, the revelations, the way Lucien had barely even looked at me before storming off.
I hated that look in his eyes.
Disappointment.
Anger.
Possession.
He hadn’t even given me the chance to explain, but then again, what was there to explain? He knew what happened. He saw the mark, the change in my tattoo. There was no justifying what had already been done.
And worst of all, I couldn’t even bring myself to regret it.
That was the worst part—the part that made m
