Aria’s POV

Amy didn’t flinch when Damien asked the question.

She stood in the center of his chamber like she belonged there

“Explain?” she repeated lightly. “Explain what, Damien?”

His expression didn’t change. “Your scent was on the rogue who attacked Aria.”

Amy laughed.

It wasn’t nervous or forced.

“That’s ridiculous.”

I stayed quiet.

The room felt tight. Heavy. My wolf was alert, restless beneath my skin. Damien stood slightly in front of ...