LYRA POINT OF VIEW.

I saw it the moment his eyes stopped searching my face for answers and started searching his own thoughts.

Damon was confused.

Not the kind of confusion that sparks denial or anger, but the quiet kind that settles in slowly, turning certainty into doubt.

His shoulders were still straight, his posture still that of an Alpha, but something behind his gaze had shifted.

He was no longer sure, and that was all I needed.

I kept my expression gentle, my hands folded before ...