Chapter 142

Damon’s voice ended on a low, cold resonance the kind of tone a man used when he still believed he was the one holding all the cards. It didn’t work on her anymore. Sloane had spent years wilting under that tone. Years believing the problem was her. Years shrinking herself to fit a version of “wife” Damon wanted. Not now. She had survived heartbreak. She had rebuilt her backbone from the ashes of who she used to be. As the internet would say: She is the storm. She is the mountain. Why should she lower herself for anyone? So she met his arrogance with a small, amused smile. “I know why you’re here,” she said. “You’re here to start trouble.” Damon’s expression cracked, calmness vanishing, fury erupting so fast it looked like whiplash. “Sloane!” She rubbed her ear lightly. “Sorry, I only treat werewolves not rogues. If you’re having… behavioral issues, turn left. There’s a vet clinic down the hall.” That landed like a punch. Damon almost snapped back with his old line accusing her of bein