~Damon~
I reached forward and grabbed him by the throat.
“You knew. You smelled it. You followed her scent down that hallway like a dog with his d**k out. You waited until she was alone. You waited until her mind was hazy and her body was weak, and then you pushed her against the wall and told her you didn’t care if she was claimed. You told her you’d bend her over and teach her how to behave.”
I looked up suddenly and stared past him, locking eyes with Lyra, who hadn’t moved an inch. She was still frozen in place, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She was watching me with something burning behind her gaze—something wild, something electric.
I turned back to him.
“And when I told you to let her go,” I said slowly, “you turned to me and said we should share her.
