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~Damon's POV
I couldn't stop pacing. My boots scraped against the stone floor, back and forth, back and forth, until I thought I'd wear a path into the chamber. My chest felt tight, every breath full of fire. My wolf snarled inside me, restless, furious.
"They're doing it again," I muttered, my voice low, sharp, broken. "All of you. Manipulating me. Twisting everything I see, everything I feel, until I look like the fool."
Kael's arms were crossed, his back against the wall. He looked calm, but I could hear the tension in his voice when he spoke. "No one is twisting you, Damon. We are only telling you what we see."
"What you see?" I snapped, spinning to face him. "You see nothing! Nothing! You sit there pretending wisdom, but you are blind. She sent a man to kill Lisa. To kill our child. And you sit here defending her?"
Rowan took a step forward, his voice soft but firm. "We are not defending her. We are telling you to slow down before you destroy her without proof."
