Damon:
The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm.
I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatred.
The driver barely had time to step aside before she was striding toward me, her black coat billowing behind her like the wings of a vengeful angel. I knew that I was in for whatever rage she was here to throw at me, however, that was the least of my concerns. I was going to have to deal with it one way or the other, and I was willing to do so.
I leaned against the entrance of the packhouse, arms crossed, watching her approach. She was stunning, always had been, but tonight, fury made her
