Serena’s POV
I was still soaked, my lungs still burning from the water Damien had shoved me under, but as I watched the three of them stand there, ready to fight over me like I was some prize, rage burned through my veins.
I knew what this was. It wasn’t about me.
It was about dominance, about their ego.
About who could claim me.
And I refused to be treated like some object to be won.
I pushed myself up from the edge of the bathtub, my body trembling with exhaustion and anger. My voice was raw from coughing, but I forced it out anyway.
“Are you serious?” I snapped, glaring at all three of them. “You’re actually going to fight each other over me?” I almost laughed at the thought of that.
Dorian’s eyes flicked to mine, still dark with anger from what Damien had just done to
