The air in the living room seemed to freeze instantly.
Damon’s face lost all color.
“Kairo... Thorne...” He forced the name through his teeth and instinctively took half a step back.
Even someone as arrogant as him was afraid at the sound of that name.
I stared at the man in the doorway.
Five years had carved wind and frost into his face, but those amber eyes were still exactly as I remembered.
When I was nineteen, during the darkest days after my father died, he was the one who helped me survive.
Back then, Kairo was the young Alpha of a neighboring Family.
Brilliant.
Unrestrained.
The first and only man who had ever truly moved my heart.
We had even agreed that once the grievances between our two Families were resolved, we would go before the Moon Goddess’s altar and form a Ma
