DAMON'S POV

"What is it, brother?" I asked Elijah, settling into my chair with deliberate ease, my gaze

lingering on the door as I watched her retreating figure.

She was an enigma, that human-a curious, defiant creature who bore no semblance of the

meek servitude I had grown accustomed to. Her audacity intrigued me. The gall to ask why I

hadn't killed her yet! It was almost amusing, but beneath the surface, it pricked at something I couldn't name. She was trouble personified, a thorn in my side, and yet... here she was, a

complication delivered by the hands of the capricious moon goddess herself.

"They are here," Elijah announced,...