Damon:The walk down the hallway was quiet. Neither Sienna nor I said a word.Truth be told, neither one of us knew what to say, and I was thankful for the silence. Right now I needed it. I needed it to allow myself the moment to think.And that silence brought that for me. It gave me the moment to
Sienna:I closed the door to Damon’s room quietly behind me, careful not to make a sound. My hand lingered on the handle for a second longer than necessary, as if the warmth of the moment we’d just shared could still cling to my skin if I stayed close enough.He had held Isla like he had done it a h
Lysandra:The fire crackled low in the corner of the room, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. I sat in the armchair furthest from it, arms folded over my chest, trying to contain the storm that had been brewing inside me for weeks now.A storm that refused to be tamed, no matter how
Damon:She didn’t see me at first.Her steps were steady, her head dipped slightly forward as if the weight of the world was still pressing down on her shoulders, even in heels and that ridiculous buttoned-up blouse. Her hair was in a loose bun, strands slipping around her face as she exited the bui
Sienna:The soft clinking of silverware and hushed murmurs of conversation filled the restaurant. It was quiet, elegant, the kind of place you’d never imagine walking into without a reservation or three weeks of planning.And yet, here I was.Sitting across from Damon Lockwood.At a candlelit table.
“I know.”“I just… don’t want to fall into something that’s going to break me again.”His expression shifted, eyes softening in a way that made my chest tighten.“I’m not asking you to fall,” he said, voice low. “Just… walk with me. Because I believe that it is going to be a little joyous of a ride.
Damon:“You’re staying in my room tonight.” I said, making sure to keep my voice leveled as not to wake Isla up.Sienna blinked at me from where she was standing in the nursery, gently rocking our daughter in her arms. She studied my expression for a moment too long as if wanting to make sure that s
Sienna:Warmth.It was the first thing I felt as I slowly opened my eyes, the soft light of morning slipping through the curtains. The bed beneath me was warm and unfamiliar, firm, larger than mine, and it smelled faintly of Damon. I smelled like him…It took me a second to remember where I was.His
Giovanni:I could feel it… The rage swelling beneath my skin, pulsing like a steady drum in my veins.And no matter how hard I try to control it, I could not. My wolf was raging. I was raging.Delilah had been planted carefully. Trained perfectly. Molded into the image of subtle seduction and manip
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
Sienna:Something was wrong.I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.He was hiding something.He was hiding something, whatever it was. I ha