Her jaw tightened as her reflection blurred through her rage.
“No,” she whispered. “Not yet. Not like this.”
She forced herself to think. To breathe. To allow the venom in her veins to turn cold and sharp instead of wild.
River may have stolen his attention. The ceremony may chain his body. But neither can protect his pride… or his hunger.
That’s when the plan began to take shape. Dark. Elegant. Cruel.
She would not win Damon. She understood that now. But she could destroy him.
And better yet—she could destroy River with him.
Isabelle rose from her seat, pacing like a predator, her mind racing. The scandal of Damon’s public humiliation at dinner still ran hot through the pack. Whispers painted him weak, obsessed, defeated. His reputation was bleeding out, and River’s name was tied
