Rhydian stepped forward, wings folding behind him. "You can't claim her like some possession, Damon. She's not your property."
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "And here we go again…"
Damon snarled, taking a step closer, his claws flexing. "She's my mate."
Rhydian's jaw tightened. "You think that word gives you ownership? She's Fae-born, Damon. She belongs with…"
I threw my hands up. "ENOUGH!"
My voice echoed through the courtyard, sharp and loud enough to make even Theo wince dramatically.
The air around me rippled faintly with golden light but Damon didn't even flinch. The glow flickers out the moment it brushes his skin.
'Of course it doesn't work on him. Why would it? The universe clearly enjoys making me suffer.'
I marched straight up to them, shoving past Theo.
