Damon's POV
Cario paused, eyes scanning the room—calculating.
And then he turned sharply, let out a guttural growl, and charged through the side wall of the warehouse. Bricks shattered as he broke through and vanished into the night.
We all shifted back. A warrior rushed in, handing out clothes.
“We can’t chase him—not when he’s masking his scent,” Cassian growled, slamming his fist against the wall. “f**k!”
I yanked on my boxers and strode straight to Sailas. Without a word, I punched him hard across the face.
“What the f**k are you upto? And where the f**k is Ara?” I snarled.
Sailas grunted, staggering slightly. But he just smirked as he rubbed his bleeding nose. “Easy, Damon.”
Before I could hit him again, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
“Let me go, or she dies,” Seraph
