Lila’s POV
Marcus had been useful for the night, a release for the rage Damien had ignited in me but he wasn’t enough. He lacked vision. He lacked the cold, calculated ruthlessness I needed right now. I needed someone who wanted Elena as badly as I wanted to destroy Damien’s happiness. Someone who would do anything to have her.
I poured myself a drink, the liquid burning down my throat. My hands were still trembling slightly from the confrontation with Damien. It fueled a fire in me that refused to die. He thought he could discard me? He thought he could protect his precious Elena from the truth forever? I would make sure he lost everything.
I picked up my phone and dialed Marcus first. He answered on the second ring, his voice lazy and satisfied from earlier.
He drawled. “Missed me al
