Nova's P.O.V.
I watched as Damon wiggled, trying to free himself from the water. Water is fluid, moving along with him, keeping him shackled. His jaw ticked in anger, as he could not escape. He knew he was in trouble. I could see the concern, deep in his blue eyes.
Manny stepped forward, placing his hand on Damon's shoulders. Damon was smart and avoided eye contact with him and me. He knew all we needed was for him to meet our eyes for just a moment, for us to enter his mind. Unbeknownst to him, touching works just as well, if not better. Manny narrowed his eyes in concentration as he began to root around Damon's mind.
"How many copies of the video do you have?" I asked, making Damon's thoughts focus on the video.
Even if he was trying to hold it back the moment I asked, his brain
