Chapter 32

• “Are you going to keep running from this?” Damian’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, but it sliced through the tension between us like a knife.
• I froze, not because I hadn’t heard him—God, I had heard him loud and clear—but because for a fleeting second, I wanted to run. Away. From him. From this moment that was rapidly spiraling into something I didn’t know how to handle.
• But I didn’t run. Instead, I turned, slowly, meeting his gaze. His eyes—dark and intense—had been following me ever since that damn prophecy started unraveling. And I hated that I couldn’t tear myself away from him, even when every logical part of me screamed that I should.