Damien’s POVThe stone corridors of the Snowdon estate blur past me like gray streaks of malice.Every step feels like walking over live coals.Voss is clawing at the walls of my mind, desperate to tear free, howling a relentless, bloody chorus of ‘she’s mine, tear them apart, rip their throats out.’I swallow the iron taste of rage rising in the back of my throat, but it doesn’t help. Her eyes found mine across the entrance hall hours ago, and I gave her the smallest nod. It’s still eating at me, the promise I made a week ago. Claws in.She’s terrified and hiding it behind that brittle, untouchable armor of hers, but I know her better than anyone.I can feel t
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