“Damon…”
Diana’s voice cut through the thick tension in the room.
Steady.
Controlled.
But carrying a weight that made everyone still.
“You have Rafe in your pack, right?” she asked.
Her eyes locked onto his.
Unwavering.
“He’s somewhere in your dungeon?”
Damon didn’t answer immediately.
But he didn’t look away either.
And that—
That told Diana everything.
Her expression hardened slightly.
“Rafe got away,” Damon said finally.
His voice low.
Grim.
“The warriors who took him from Crimson Fang’s dungeon…” A pause. “…are dead.”
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Talon growled.
Low.
Feral.
And then he moved.
In a blink—
He was in front of Damon.
The next—
Damon was slammed against the wall.
A loud crack echoed as stone met force.
Talon’s hand wrapped around Damon’s thro
