LOGINOphelia’s POV:
He was kissing me.
The world stopped. My lungs seized, the oxygen in the small, curtained cubicle suddenly replaced by the intoxicating scent of him—cedar and caramel.
He. Was. Kissing. Me.
The friction of his lips against mine was a violent remin
Ophelia’s POV:The world had frozen.
— Four years ago —Ophelia’s POV:
Ilya’s POV:I watched as the blood drained from her expression. My heart skipped a beating, thudding painfully against my ribs. I had known this truth would be a heavy blow, but seeing the light of trust flicker and die in her eyes was almost more than I could stand.
Ophelia’s POV:I had signed the divorce papers.
Damon’s POV:“I’m not your property.”
Damon’s POV:Damn it. I knew I’d misspoken the moment the words left my mouth. But even as the regret flared, I couldn't reel it back in. The red mist of possessiveness was too much, the taste of my own jealousy too bitter to swallow.







