NINA’S POV
The air was stale. Tense. Suffocating.
Bloodlust radiated off Damon like waves of heat. It made my skin crawl.
“Why?” he growled.
Just one word, but it held the weight of a thousand.
Simon’s lips trembled. “They… they feared you, my king. Feared that one day you’d grow tired of shadows and bring your wrath down upon them.”
Silence.
Then…
A bone-rattling roar erupted from Damon’s chest, shaking the walls. I slapped my hands over my ears, but the sound drilled straight through.
Simon dropped to his knees, pale and trembling. Maybe even wetting himself.
Damon had already shifted partially, his hands were now fur and claws and his eyes gleamed with red… a superior being.
He let out another roar and slammed his fist on the table, the wood splitting into two.
“You’re tell
