FEW MONTHS BACK
“What is this rubbish?” Damon growled, as he stared back at his captor. He had been calm and collected for the past weeks since his kidnap but he couldn’t keep that up anymore. Not when Maeve had come to see him the previous day, revealing the greatest shock of his life. Not when he was not just at the verge of losing his life, but that of his mate.
“I see, you finally speak.” His captor smiled. His voice was still as beautiful as his face and his skin as bright as the morning. The aura and energy around him was pretty much powerful, dressed in expensive clothes and jewelries, he looked pretty much important and dangerous.
“Yes, I speak,” Damon growled at him. His demons wished to take control, yet he held back. It was still a dangerous place and he couldn’t possibly mak
