Brie's POV
I press my hand hard against the bite mark on my neck, blood seeping through my fingers, and pain burns deeper than I imagined possible, but the worst part sits inside my head.
Jackling snarls once, venom in every word. ’He marked us without proper consent and stole our choice, he promised he wouldn’t. I want to tear his throat out.’
“I know,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “I know.”
I stumble into my room with its cold walls when the guards shove me inside. I drop onto the bed and curl up, not bothering to change. My dress sticks to the wound and every breath hurts, but I do not have the energy to care.
I can feel the bond open wider, why I do not know but suddenly, I can feel him. Damien’s guilt crashes into me like cold water, his shame and regret, mix with my own rage unt
