Damon heaved as his eyes were alert. Right after he bolted from his parents’ line of sight, he found himself back at the arena. Mountains of bodies littered his line of vision as his head wandered from left to right, hoping in earnest to sense his lover within his radius. But to no avail, he could not sense her demonic aura which earned a set of gritted molars from the halfling prince. He could not contain the boiling frustration within him. Would it always be like this for him? One time he was at the top of the cloud nine and the next thing he knew he had hit the rock bottom. For him, he was back to the dark times when he had lost her. Back then, he lost her from a scumbag of an angel. Now, he had lost her to the person that she held dear. Would he be able to kill the grand duke of the Ne
