Damon's POV
My eyes kept flickering between Sailas and Ara. He proved himself again. A surge of relief rushed through me. He wasn't the threat.
The relief turned into pain soon. He was hurt, while saving Ara.
And what the hell was Ara doing here? Ryan snarled in my head seeing blood on her skin.
‘Calm down, it's not hers,’ I said.
He growled, but didn't escalate it any further.
“Go ahead and help mother. I will make sure this pretty mate of yours doesn't follow us again,” Cassian said.
If he’d said that a week ago, I would’ve laughed—brushed it off as another jab meant to provoke me.
But not now.
Things had shifted between us. Cassian cared—even if he’d never admit it out loud.
My gaze lingered on Ara for a moment longer.
“Come back to me, Damon. You hear me?” She yelled sudde
