DAMIEN POV
The slap landed hard and fast.
My head snapped to the side, my cheek stinging from the blow, but I didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't lift my gaze to meet my father's storming eyes.
"You've forgotten your place," he hissed, voice laced with fury, "and all for what? That girl?"
I let the silence do the talking. I didn't trust myself to speak—not when the rage in me hadn't cooled from before. Not when I was still shaking from the fire that tore out of me in front of the entire pack.
He grabbed me by the collar and slammed me against the wall. "Eva is a curse on this house! On this pack!"
The words didn't pierce me like they used to. They sounded dull now, like echoes bouncing off stone.
"You think this is a game, Damien? If the Vampire Lord finds out we've been harboring her—a runaway target, the very one he wants dead—do you know what he'll do? What he's done before?"
"I know," I said coldly.
