ELODIE’S POV
The door opened slowly, and I was a little shocked when they walked in together. Nyra was holding Damon’s hand firmly as if trying to make a statement to me, as if trying to mark her territory and make sure that I never stole what belonged to her. It would be laughable if it didn’t actually make me sad; it made me sad because a part of me…a part of me that I despised felt entitled to that hand. A part of me felt like this was an injustice, and I had been robbed of what rightfully belonged to me. But that wasn’t true, Damon didn’t belong to me, and he didn’t want to belong to me
I knew what it meant the moment I saw them standing together. Damon first, Nyra beside him. For a second, the room felt smaller. Colder. Nyra’s posture was rigid, her chin lifted in the kind of quiet
