~Damon~
I honestly didn’t expect to see this.
Not this early in the damn morning.
I was getting ready to head out. Had my mind already locked on the day’s business — pack meetings, a border patrol issue, some late shipments I needed to handle myself.
I was halfway through a black coffee, shirt undone, planning to take a quick call with one of the Elders when I heard that voice. Camilla’s voice.
That sickly-sweet, high-pitched voice she used when she thought she still had control.
And then I heard Lyra’s voice.
Her voice.
Sharp. Defiant. Wet with rage and something else too. That shaken breath girls get when they’ve just been humiliated and don’t know whether to scream, cry, or throw a chair.
So I stopped. I didn’t care about the meeting anymore. I didn’t care about the shipment.
