Chapter 21

Damon

I stood in the hallway long after Lysandra’s heels had clicked out of earshot. My hands were still clenched into fists, the tendons taut beneath my skin, but it wasn’t her departure that had my blood simmering.

It wasn’t the woman who suddenly changed her mind about leaving to simply prove a point that annoyed me with what she was doing.

It was Sienna.

The Omega who had just stood up to Lysandra with more strength than I thought she had. The girl who had defied me, who had made me look weak without even trying. She hadn’t cowered or backed down. She had faced Lysandra head-on, and the image of it replayed in my mind, each time more unsettling than the last.

And that was not something that I liked. The strength that she believed that she could have was not one that I wanted to accept. It wasn’t one that I wanted to look at, nor was it one that I was willing to forgive or just ignore. I needed to put a stop to it. Otherwise, I knew that it wa