DAMON’S POV

It felt like my heart was ripped out, set on fire, and then shoved back into my chest like it was no big deal. I was choking really on my own breath like my lungs just forgot how to work.

Yeah. I had described exactly how I felt at that very moment. Only that, I wasn't choking on air. I was choking on her.

I meant Selena.

Her scent was still in my nose, all honey and lavenders and—hell. It was messing with my head. Or maybe that was the bond. I had been right with my ...