Damon's POV
The door slammed behind me with enough force to crack the frame.
Ryan was silent. Unnaturally silent, ever since Ara had spat Lucian's name like it meant something. Like he meant something.
Her husband.
The thought made my vision bleed red.
Sailas' words echoed in my skull. "She was his Luna."
Was.
But it didn't matter. The idea that she had belonged to another, that she might still carry his mark in her heart was burning me down.
"Fuck."
I ripped another punch in the wall. I needed to feel something. The wood splintered. The pain of my bruised hand was nothing compared to the one I felt in my heart.
Ryan finally stirred. 'She's ours now.'
'Is she?' I snarled back.
Because she'd made it damn clear that she would rather leave than stay with me.
