Aria's POV
"Aria!"
"Child—"
Grace's voice cracked like she was about to burst into tears. Luna Elena looked like her knees were about to give out.
Andrew was the first to snap out of it, barking Damian's name sharply, realizing he'd completely lost control.
But Damian's gaze was still unfocused, distant.
He stared at everything in front of him, brows furrowed tight, like he was drowning in chaos.
My palm split open in an instant. Blood moved slowly down my wrist in thin streams, dripping onto the floor one heavy drop at a time.
And still, Damian didn't let go. His strength didn't ease. The knife kept inching forward, slow and deliberate.
I heard the sharp intake of breath around me as I threw every ounce of strength I had into pushing back against his force.
