Aria's pov
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle in front of me.
The calculating glint in Damien's eyes told me everything I needed to know—this had nothing to do with affection or desire.
It was vengeance, precise and deliberate, crafted to make both Clara and me bleed without a single drop of blood spilled.
For a heartbeat, I almost warned my sister about the fire she was so eager to touch.
Then the memories came back.I saw my mother lying still on the hospital bed, the bright white lights above her, and I heard my father's voice saying it was all for the good of the Pack.
My jaw tightened. I said nothing.
The air felt heavy, almost hard to breathe.
Everyone in the room understood what Damien wanted.
He wanted Clara to stay at Rothwell Manor, to see
