Katrina’s POV
The storm wasn’t outside—it was in the air between Damon and Cassian.
For weeks, the undercurrent of rivalry had remained hidden beneath polished suits, clinking glasses, and polite smiles. But now, the game had shifted.
Katrina’s POV
I’d thought Damon’s punishments because of Lucas were over. I was wrong. I had to deal with his silence for days. I was locked in my room and fed right in my room.
All I didn't know was that I was no longer just Damon’s caged jewel—I had become the move between Damon and Cassian and they were willing to wager their empires on.
Cassian Moreau didn’t shackle me with silk or lock me behind glass walls—he bound me with something sharper. Choice.
And choice, when you’re surrounded by men like them, was a cruelty all on its own.
Damon never
