Chapter 75
- Third Person’s POV
- Eveline’s accusation cut through the room like a sharpened fang, high and piercing, scraping against Damian’s already fraying temper. Even though he had dissected his own heart long ago and understood that some part of him had once responded to Eveline’s devotion, he refused—utterly refused—to acknowledge anything before her now.
- “You should leave,” Damian said, voice low and as cold as a winter howl.