(Damon)
Her fists pounded the steel door long after I had walked away, but I didn’t let myself turn back. I just couldn’t because I knew that would happen.
If I did, if I saw the betrayal in her eyes, the way her sobs broke her voice. The way she broke down in tears,I might have undone the lock with my own hands.
I couldn’t afford that. Not now.
Elara was safe.
Camila wasn’t.
And if I failed her too, Elara would never forgive me.
I stalked down the dim corridor, my boots pounded aganist the stone floor, every nerve burning with restless anger and fury. My men moved with me. Every one of them tense and sharp with their weapons raised, the air reeking of smoke and blood. Even though I was still weary of the fact that Mark might not have been working alone.
“Status,” I barked into my
