Damon's POV
I sat in my car watching Aria leave with Lucian and felt something twist in my chest. She was choosing him. Again.
I'd seen the way she looked at Lucian, the way she leaned into him when she was tired or scared. The way she trusted him completely while she barely trusted me at all.
And whose fault is that? a voice in my head asked. You're the one who lied to her.
I'd lied about a lot of things.
My phone rang and I looked at the screen. Isabella. She'd probably just finished whatever mind games she'd been playing with Aria.
"What did you do?" I answered.
"I had a lovely chat with your little Luna," Isabella said sweetly. "She's even more pathetic in person than I imagined. No wonder you're so obsessed with her. You always did have a weakness for damaged things."
"Stay away from her."
