Damon’s POV
"Ready?" Sailas asked as we stood at the tunnel entrance, the damp air thick with the scent of earth and old magic.
"Yeah," I growled, my muscles coiled like a spring. "Just make sure you stay behind me the whole time."
"Yeah, right!" Sailas chuckled. I ignored him.
Silently, we dropped into the darkness. The tunnels split into three paths, twisting like the veins of some buried beast.
"Interesting. A maze to throw us off," Sailas remarked, his low voice echoing off the stone.
"Only we don’t have to play the guessing game," I snarled.
'Go straight. I can feel Ara that way,' Ryan’s voice was a wildfire in my skull.
I didn’t need the reminder.
Her presence pulsed in my chest like a second heartbeat. Closer, and closer, until suddenly, the air turned thick
