C12 Chapter Twelve: You Can't Have Her

SELENE’S ROOM

I collapsed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath me as if it, too, were exhausted from the storm that had just passed. My body trembled—not from fear, but from fury. My hands fisted the sheets, knuckles paling under the pressure.

"Damien," I breathed, my voice laced with venom. "You’re really a curse wrapped in a pretty face."

I stared up at the ceiling