Damien
I pace the length of my penthouse, my fists clenching and unclenching as I replay the night over and over in my mind. The teeth marks on Riley's neck, the torn fabric of her dress, the haunted look in her eyes—all of it burns into me like acid. The rage is hot, twisting, unrelenting, and I feel like I'm about to explode if I don't do something.
Callum touched her. He dared to lay a hand on her when I was just a few damn steps away. The one person I'm supposed to protect, the one person I can't let anyone harm… and I failed her tonight.
The sound of the elevator chime pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to see Alexei step inside. He takes one look at me, and I can tell he knows exactly what kind of mood I'm in.
He's seen me like this before, back when we first started out, back when a younger, wilder version of me wouldn't think twice about making someone disappear for far less.
