Brie's POV
I have two days before I will be bonded to the devil, my stomach turns as if a stone had dropped inside by the mere idea of mating with him. Damien stands in my doorway, his boots tracking dirt from the council room. He tells me the date of our bonding without looking me in the eyes.
“It’s two days from now,” he says. His voice sounds flat and tired of fighting his father. “At dusk. That’s when the marking ceremony will happen.”
I count the hours in my head.
“Fast workers,” I say. My voice stays steady, though my stomach twists into a hard knot. “The pack must need that heir so badly.”
“My father set the date,” Damien replies, stepping closer. He reaches out a hand, hesitates, and drops it back to his side. “But the council voted for it. There is no way around it now.”
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