“Hey! Get your hands off me! I need to speak with Damon right now!”

Courtney snapped, struggling against the Montero's guards' grip.

“We're sorry, Lady Courtney. We're under strict orders not to let anyone in without permission from Master Damon,” one of the guards said sternly, his face set in an impassive mask.

Courtney was pissed at that statement.

"Listen, I don't care what your orders are, I need to talk to him NOW!

He's responsible for Antonio's arrest, and I will not stand and watch him ruin Antonio's life and reputation.

Also, Damon is not your master!

Antonio is! I can't believe you let him manipulate you all. Wake...