SELENE POV
“Spare him and I am yours,” I said unwaveringly, as I looked up at Damion who was a hairsbreadth away from murdering Tor.
Tor’s face had crumpled into despair when he saw me.
“Selene,” he said with pure heartbreaking misery. “Don’t you f*cking dare.”
The battle around us had died off as everyone had stopped fighting to watch with bated breath what would happen next. I saw Cassius from the corner of my eye, watching and waiting to make a move.
Damion’s cruel laugh echoed off of the walls of the compound.
“Isn’t this just a treat?” Damion’s voice filled with mock delight. “And why shouldn’t I just kill them all right now?” he asked with a sneer, his hand flexing on the lever of the crossbow.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Because like he said,” I started, gesturing to Tor, “there are hundreds more wolves outside ready to rip your guts out. So either we all die, or you get to live and you get me.”