Damon
The chamber doors crashed against stone as I shoved them open. The sound thundered through the vaulted hall, snapping every head toward me.
Elders, nobles, advisors…they sat at their long table with quills and parchments, while behind them, guards lined the walls in rigid silence.
And among them, standing tall as though he’d expected an ambush of his own, was Ronan.
Ronan, the man who’d stood beside me in a hundred ways and dragged me from death’s edge more times than I could count. His face was steady, unreadable.
The letter in my pocket burned and Asher’s smirk still flashed in my mind. Ronan helped her.
I stepped quickly to the floor, each footfall sharp enough to shake the table. My wolf prowled just beneath my skin, teeth scraping bone.
“Tell me,” I demanded, voice hard
