Damien POV

"Two."

"One."

"Lilith!"

The name tears from my throat before I can stop it. Instinct. Survival. The desperate need to preserve what's mine overriding everything else.

Luka's finger pauses on the trigger.

'I can fix this later.'

The thought steadies me even as the words leave my mouth. I've survived worse. I've manipulated my way out of tighter corners. One confession means nothing if I can twist it to my advantage ...