Mia’s POV
The smoke burned my lungs as Elias’s men dragged me toward the shattered doorway. Damien’s roar echoed behind me — raw, primal, filled with rage and desperation.
“Mia!”
I twisted in their grip, heart tearing in two. Damien was on his feet again, bloodied and furious, fighting like a man who had nothing left to lose. He took down another guard with a brutal headbutt, then charged toward me.
For one chaotic second, our eyes met across the room. The intensity there — the dark obsession, the fear for me and our child — made my chest ache. Even now, covered in blood and wounds, he was fighting for me.
“Let her go!” he bellowed, tackling the man holding my left arm. The three of us crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Damien’s body covered mine protectively for a brief momen
