Reina’s POV
I couldn’t hold back the tide of emotion a second longer. Hearing Zayne spit the word illegitimate at me, the same word he’d used to justify tossing me aside like a piece of refuse, made my blood boil. But before the tears of rage could even fall, the air in the room seemed to vanish.
Damon's hand moved like a predator. He didn't just grab Zayne; he clamped his hand around his nephew’s throat and hoisted him off the marble floor.
I stood there, paralyzed, watching as Zayne’s feet dangled uselessly, his legs kicking at the empty air. The sound coming from his throat was a horrific, wet rattling. Damon’s fingers were buried deep in the flesh of Zayne’s neck, his veins bulging in his arm with a strength that was terrifying to behold. Zayne’s face transitioned from a frantic red
