Damon’s Legacy

The room felt like an oven, but I was shivering. The shock from yesterday’s incident—the accidental touch on the map table, had left me physically weak. My shoulder ached where it had briefly brushed Demetrius’s, and my inner self felt stripped bare.

I knew he hated me, but the bond loved him. That simple, terrible division was going to destroy me.

I sat at my desk, forcing myself to look at the strategic files he had left for me. I was supposed to be designing ...