~Damon~

I honestly didn’t expect to see this.

Not this early in the damn morning.

I was getting ready to head out. Had my mind already locked on the day’s business — pack meetings, a border patrol issue, some late shipments I needed to handle myself.

I was halfway through a black coffee, shirt undone, planning to take a quick call with one of the Elders when I heard that voice. Camilla’s voice.

That sickly-sweet, high-pitched voice she used when she thought she still had control.

And then I heard Lyra’s voice.

Her voice.

Sharp. Defiant. Wet with rage and something else too. That shaken breath girls get when they’ve...