DAMON
Rika hated Declan's guts with the kind of hatred that didn't need explaining or announcing. It lived openly in his face the second he walked into the room and found him sitting at my bedside, his dark eyes cutting straight to the chair like he was already calculating the fastest way to remove him from it.
He didn't deliberate long.
Two steps across the room, his hand closed around the back of Declan's collar, and he pulled him up from the chair with a force that made Declan stumble sideways before he caught himself. Rika stepped between us without even glancing back at me, broad shoulders blocking my view of the room, every line of his body radiating something controlled but barely.
"He's injured." His voice was flat. Final. "Back off with whatever energy you walked in here carry
