Aurora's POV
"Are you even worthy of Hawthorne?" Logan demanded.
Before I could answer, he snarled, "You traitor!"
The word lands strange, out of place, and I don't have time to puzzle over it before Damien moves.
Damien moves before I can process what's happening, one step forward that puts him directly between me and Logan, shoulders squared, blocking my view of him entirely, voice dropping so low it doesn't sound entirely human anymore.
"Enough."
I've never heard that word carry so much weight before.
The grey in his eyes catches fire, gold bleeding through iris and pupil both, and the single word that follows lands with a weight I feel in my own chest even though it isn't aimed at me.
"Kneel."
Logan's knees buckle.
He catches himself against the wall halfway down, face twist
