Chapter 85

After Damon walked out of the kindergarten, his hand slipped from Lyra’s grasp. The sudden chill in his touch made her stomach twist. It was the first time he had treated her so coldly since her return and she hated it. “Damon,” she began softly, forcing a tremor into her voice, “please don’t be angry. Sloane didn’t mean to embarrass you today. She only wanted to protect you from doing something rash.” She let out a small, helpless sigh, lowering her lashes like a wounded bird. “You know we can’t afford to offend Alpha Volkov. If Sloane wants to climb the ladder, we have to… help her navigate these relationships.” Damon’s jaw tightened, a humorless sneer tugging at his lips. “So, in the name of ambition, it’s fine to deny me in public? What’s next, Lyra? Offer yourself to Alpha Volkov if it means getting ahead?” Her pulse skipped, but she quickly glanced around in mock alarm, playing her part. “Don’t say that! There might be people from Volkov’s side around.” She leaned closer, her voi