Chapter Ninety Five

Damon's POV

I've been toying with a piece of idea in my mind for a while now.

Seeing Zirah that day created a hunger in me that has since grown insatiable, the need steadily growing in me until it made me restless.

I knew every moment I spent waiting, planning was one they used to grow stronger and closer.

I gritted my teeth at the thought of them being together in any way or form.

But it was the little show they put on recently, that my spies reported back to me, that solidified my decision.

Zirah cared about only one thing more than even herself in this world.

Her children.

And that was the key I need to get her back here with me, willingly.

Then I would make her see how good we were together, and how he would never give her all that I could.

I was in the backyard, roasting a beer that I caught and killed last night.

I took the tongs and turned the ribs to the other side, letting the insides roast properly.

Once it was ready I brought it down and pierced the head with a sharpened s