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DAMIEN'S POV

Everything that had happened felt like a whirlwind, and I was still trying to catch my breath. I wasn’t lying when I said that I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Kiera. I’d be more than devastated. Kiera had taken up almost every cell in my body, and all I wanted was for her to be safe and sound.

As I drove home, a hint of rage still lingered in my chest like a pot threatening to boil over.

I was mad at Gabriel for the role he played in this but I couldn’t lash out on him. Gabriel, even though he went too far this time. Leaving Kiera on that godforsaken lonely road was a wrong move and if he were one of our men, he’d probably be knocking at the gates of hell right now. His ego had almost cost Kiera her life, and that would be something I could never forgive.

I pulled into the driveway, barely registering the surroundings. I stormed into the house, needing a shower to wash away the grime of the horrific events and to grab some things for Kiera. I didn’t even bother checkin