The moment Damon finished speaking, the tension on the other end of the line didn’t ease.
It only sharpened.
“I did not kidnap her,” Damon said firmly, his voice controlled despite the storm he knew was coming.
“She is my mate.”
A beat.
Then—
Talon exploded.
“You did not kidnap her?” Talon’s voice was laced with fury.
“You didn’t give her a choice, Damon. So what do you call that?”
A harsh breath.
“What did you tell her to make her go with you?”
Before Damon could respond, another voice cut in—calm, steady, but carrying authority that filled the silence.
“Talon… we won’t solve anything like this.”
Diana.
Even through the phone, Damon could feel it—that quiet strength in her tone.
Not loud.
Not aggressive.
But unshakable.
He wasn’t surprised they had him on speaker.
Diana
