I reached for the small suitcase I had hidden in the closet. I had been packing for days, little by little, careful not to raise suspicion. Damon was too wrapped up in his missions, too distracted by Leah to even notice my growing distance.
The mate bond between us had felt like a chain around my neck, tightening with every cold look, every time he brushed past me without a word. But not anymore. Tonight, I was breaking free.
I zipped the suitcase closed and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. I could hear muffled voices downstairs—Damon’s deep voice and Leah’s obnoxious laugh.
Traitor!
It had become a familiar sound in this house, a sound that twisted the knife deeper into my heart every time I heard it.
I gripped the edge of the bed, trying to steady my breathing. The pain was still there, sharp and raw, but it was different now. It wasn’t just grief—it was anger. Anger at Damon for abandoning me when I needed him the most. Anger at Leah for betraying me. Anger at myself for staying as long as I had.
“Enough,” I whispered to myself, standing up.