Damon's POVI WAS a coward.That hid in his room.Away from everything and everyone. Away from Zirah. I heard her when she was outside my door, pleading to be let in but I ignored her, harboring and nurturing my hurt.Because I was so damn hurt.She didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face. I wondered what would happen if I never found out. I've always loved her.I remember when I first saw her, saved her from dying, then all I felt was a sense of wonder, wonder that somewhere along the way grew into a deep-seated love for her.I always hung onto that hope that the day would come when she would somehow grow to love me.Maybe now that hope is gone.Something touched my cheek and I looked down to see that I was crying. I didn't even know I started to cry.I quickly wipe my face with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself. It's no use though, the pain gets worse with every beat of my heart and I could hardly swallow a breath.Why would she do this to me?"You know why sh
Damon's POVTwisting open the car door, I hurried after Tristan, increasing my pace so that I could catch up to him.Only he would casually slide out of a vehicle while dropping the biggest news on someone.I laid a hand on Tristan's shoulder, stopping him from moving ahead and turning him around."What did you mean in the car? What were you talking about?""Didn't you hear me in the car?""Of course, I did," I say defensively. "But I didn't really..."He let out an exasperated breath. "Look your head in the game, please. Zirah's mate Noah is here.""What does he want?""We'll have to actually *go* in there to find out."Rubbing a hand over my face, I tried to school my expression into a semblance of calmness. Walking up the steps to the building, I tried to look through the windows to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside, but with all my extraordinary abilities seeing through walls was not among them.Dammit, all this just continued to be more complicated by the minute.We cli
Zirah's POVStill, in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, I felt water dripping down my cheek. Teetering on the line between I fought to regain consciousness but the pounding in my head wouldn't let me….until I was rudely awakened by a splash of ice-cold water on my head.Immediately my eyes flashed open as I fought to breathe, the cold water momentarily numbing my brain."Ughhh…" I tried to groan out loud before discovering my mouth was closed. I wearily brought out my tongue and I tasted something metallic realizing my mouth was covered with a rag. I resisted the urge to retch as I tried to open my eyes which seemed like they were glued together. Opening my bleary eyes, I struggled to adjust to the dim lightening, looking around as much as my stiff neck and throbbing head would allow, I saw windows that were covered with nylon….was that nylon?It looked translucent and thick at the same time. I wondered why whoever brought me here felt the need to cover the windows if
Damon's POVI laid my head back on my seat staring at the ceiling, contemplating what next to do when Tristan's phone rang shrilly, breaking the calm silence that settled over the room.He turned away from me, placing the cell to his ear, and spoke."Yes?"A moment of silence then he stiffened, his entire body going taut."Where the hell was it found?" Another silence."Fuck, fuck!" He exploded, standing up and pacing around the room.I sat up, looking at him worriedly.What is going on now?"Bring it here…" a pause. "Right now, bring it here right now!" He ended the call and tossed it on the table. I kept quiet, still looking at him, knowing he would spill eventually."Fuck!" He cursed out, running a hand through his hair making it stick up in different directions.He turned to me, his face tight with worry."You were right. It is Helen." What the hell-Before I could even complete the train of thought, a gentle knock sounded on the door and after a beat, it opened to reveal a scar
Damon's POVNoah stood at the sidelines, looking bored and tired but his eyes were sharp and quick, taking in everything that was happening and never missing anything.Tristan had gone outside earlier to call the men I had told to excuse us back inside, and since they were careful not to mention my involvement with Zirah or Helen, I supposed Tristan had given them a strict warning to keep their mouths shut and not say anything.The message Tristan had gotten was from Helen. Immediately, everyone was alert, coordinating the vehicles, weapons, and muscles. Helen sent Tristan a coded message and it didn't offer much information.She only said to meet at Route 49. Route 49 was a beaten-off path close to a partly abandoned cabin. The cabin was hunted or so they said. Ever since the two previous owners had died mysteriously, no one wanted to inhabit the space anymore. One after the other, people had moved away from that vicinity before it became deserted. Why she chose that spot was beyond
Damon's POVMy men were surrounding the woman in question while she just stood there, cockily. She must have some big balls or serious backing to face a whole team of enraged shifters and not be afraid, either that or she was insane.My men gave way for me to confront her face to face. There was pure fury and menace in my face and I was sure my pupils had changed color, yet she just smirked."How was the trip down?" She asks."Where's Helen?" I growled at her, in no mood for small talk.She put a hand to her chest in the mock offense before saying, "Who?"I took one step towards her, intent on slapping the smirk off her stupid face. I guess she saw my intention because she danced a couple of steps back."Look me in the eyes and you'll know I'm not fucking kidding, where's she?" I roared in her face."She's busy. Told me to keep y'all company." She pouted her lips as if that was a burden on her part."Where's Zirah?""That's the little bombshell I had in there?" She tapped her finger a
Damon's POVI tossed the battered and bruised lady into the room as I stormed in, tearing the weak wooden door off its hinges. The sight I saw there made me look twice to be sure of what I was seeing.Helen stood there mere inches away from Zirah. Her hand hung down, her hair covering her face but I knew it was her. I honestly didn't think I had any more fury left in me but it came back with a vengeance seeing Helen calmly poised by her, a sharp knife to her throat.Helen as usual was immaculately dressed, her hair coiffed and her makeup in place. Even her white pantsuit didn't have a speck of dust, dirt, or blood on it as she stood in the bloodied and disheveled area.She looked dispassionately at the lady I had tossed at her feet and muttered so low for anyone to hear but I picked it up with my superior hearing."Humph, I thought she would have lasted longer." She asks."Let her go." I boomed, my voice echoing in the spacious, empty room. My men had the building surrounded so there
Damon's POVDUE to many prying eyes, I had to change the location of where I could keep Zirah safely and I made sure to tell my men to check and double-check that no one was following us before taking a secret route to a special place I felt we could be safe. You never know who you could trust now. I watched Helen's profile as she sat calmly in the front seat, taking in the change in scenery as we passed, her face betraying no hint of emotion or what she was thinking.Just because she had surrendered to me didn't mean that I could trust her, if anything I had to watch her way more closely now.There was a flurry of activity once we arrived safely at one of my safehouses that I had instructed my men to prepare for me before I got there. I alighted from the vehicle, cradling Zirah's unconscious form in my bloodied arms as my men and Helen flanked me. Many guards stationed outside that sighted me first gathered around me, intent on helping me with the burden but I refused to allow anyone