Kaya
"He came for you today," Damien whispers, his grip slipping from my chin, long fingers snaking around my throat as if ready to crush it. "But guess what, doll—he failed. He didn't find you. And he left."
"I don't believe you."
Speaking has become even harder now, my voice scraping out with effort, but I refuse to let Damien poison me with lies just to get under my skin. "He… would have sensed me… my scent… he can't miss it. I am… his mate…"
A dark snarl rumbles from his chest, his hand tightening around my neck, stealing half the air from my lungs. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes, but I don't break. I keep staring at the blinding screen, drinking in every detail of Magnus's form as if I'm afraid I'll lose the memory the moment my consciousness slips away entirely.
I am afraid.
