Raul's smile hadn't moved. It sat on his face like he'd earned it, wide and loose and completely sure of itself.
"Co-Luna is my woman." He said it the way people say things they've been holding onto for too long, finally getting to set it down in front of someone. "And Bryan is my son." He let that land before continuing. "Play along, keep your mouth shut around Co-Luna, and nothing has to happen to you. Simple as that."
Damon stood very still.
It was the kind of still that happens when your body is processing something faster than your face can keep up with.
The cold moved through him slow and thorough, starting somewhere in his chest and spreading outward. He wanted to grab Raul by the collar. He wanted to do considerably worse than that. But Seraphine's voice lived in the back of his head the way it always did when he was about to do something she'd want him to hold off on.
Wait, it said. Not yet.
He breathed through it.
