Silas Vane pov :
The heavy oak door of the tower room slammed shut behind me, the loud, grinding noise of the iron deadbolts echoing sharply in the desolate silence of the Obsidian Citadel.
I leaned my back heavily against the cold, dark stone of the corridor, dragging a shaking hand over my face. My chest was heaving, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. The phantom sting of Aria’s hand violently slapping my arm still burned, but it was absolutely nothing compared to the terrifying, uncompromising ferocity I had just witnessed in her icy blue eyes.
She wasn't supposed to fight back.
According to my flawless, brilliant plan, she was supposed to be a terrified, broken Omega. She was supposed to weep, beg for mercy, and eventually realize that I was the o
