(Damien POV)
I stormed toward the fortress like it owed me blood. The artifact—that was the only reason I was here. The principal had dragged me aside back at camp, his face pale as he whispered about the stolen relic. "Powerful. Dangerous. Get it back, Blackwood." Fine. I'd do it. But Nova? She meant nothing. Just a cursed omega thorn in my side, always showing up where she didn't belong. If the rogues had her, that was her problem. Not mine.
Yet the demon in me snarled at the thought of her gone. I shoved it down. She was weak. Annoying. Not worth the fire in my veins.
