Damon’s POV
The study was too quiet.
Sailas lounged against the bookshelf, grinning like the i***t he was, while Aurelia stood stiffly by the window, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the glass.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "This better be good, Sailas."
I’d been seconds away from returning to my Ara, from burying my hands in her hair, from tasting the fear and defiance still lingering on her lips, when my brother’s mindlink had shattered the moment.
"Were you in the middle of mating? Did I disturb you?" Sailas asked.
The bastard had the audacity to smirk.
"Did you call me here to discuss my s*x life?" My voice could’ve frozen the hell.
Aurelia smacked Sailas’ shoulder. "Shut up, you idiot."
I’d once thought of her as a refined noblewoman. Then she
