Demyan’s POV
The moment I found her, my blood turned to fire.
Pearl’s whimpers reached my ears before my eyes fully registered the scene, the soft, broken sound of her pain that tore into my very soul. She sat slumped against the cold earth, her arm already bleeding, crimson drops pattering onto the ground. And before her, Lucien, the monster who had dared to touch her, who had raised a knife against what was mine.
I froze for a heartbeat, my lungs refusing air as I watched that blade dip again, angled toward her delicate skin. The sight of her blood dripping, staining her sleeve, made my vision blur red.
No one. No one had ever placed even a single scratch on her body. And yet here she was, bleeding, because of him.
The roar ripped from my chest before I realized I was moving. Rage c
