The mark on her cheek still burned on my palm when I closed the door behind me.
My hand trembled.
Not from guilt. Not from remorse.
It trembled from contained fury, from the venom boiling beneath the skin. From the echo of her voice challenging me, from those blue eyes that held my gaze as if they didn't know who I was. As if they didn't care.
And that was what hurt the most.
Not the scream. Not the slap. What tore me apart was the pride of having lost control... because of her.
I hated that she had achieved that. I hated that, even now, her image continued burning in my mind. The way she confronted me, with that insolent mouth, that trembling body. It wasn't the time to destroy her. Not yet. Damian and Luna's stupid wedding still had to happen. Once that charade was over, I would leave with Selene... And then, Eliza would suffer.
She would suffer knowing that, every time Selene was in my bed, the bond would scream in our souls.
—You touched her.
