Elena’s POV

“But you—”

I didn’t let Damien finish.

Everything I had been forcing down since tonight—the humiliation, the resentment, the fear, the helpless fury—erupted all at once.

It felt like my chest was tearing open from the inside. I struggled violently in his arms, no longer caring what he was about to say or what it might mean. I just wanted to get away from him.

“Damien, you don’t need to tell me anything!” I shouted hoarsely. “I don’t care! I don’t ...