~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 dick 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....