[Lyra]

There was a calm coldness in his tone that hardly veiled the rage lurking beneath it. I’d seen Damian at what I’d like to think was his worst but staring at him now, I wasn’t so sure.

I could tell that he was livid and that it was taking every ounce of restraint he had to withhold the full extent of it.

The veins in his neck were taut, tracking like thick cords down into his collar, and his breathing was a shallow, dangerous hiss against the freezing air. Every instinct I ...