LENA'S POV
I felt a strange mix of fear and relief. Fear for the violence that seemed on the verge of eruption, and relief that Lucas was here, standing between me and that anger. I could feel his determination, his willingness to protect me at any cost. But what was the source of this confidence? What did he know that I didn’t?
For a moment, it seemed Damien might strike. His muscles tensed, his jaw set. But something in Lucas’s unyielding stance, in the calm assurance of his voice, made him hesitate. The silence grew heavier, the air thick with unspoken threats and challenges.
Damien let out a frustrated growl and turned away, running his hands through his hair in agitation. "This isn’t over," he declared with determination. "I will get my answers," he snarled over his shoulder.
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