Raven's POV
I hear a roar, a growl so mighty and powerful that it jerks me up from my unconscious state like someone threw cold water on my face. Strong arms envelope me immediately and I almost moan at his scent, that familiar mix of pine and something dark and masculine that I've come to associate with safety.
Damon.
He's here, he's always here to save me despite all my stupid decisions, despite the fact that I keep running away and getting myself into terrible situations.
Inside the brothel earlier, I was dragged out of the holding room despite my pleas and begging. I screamed and fought but they were so much stronger than me. One of the guards slapped me hard across the face for arguing, the impact making my ears ring and my vision blur. Then they took me to the auction stage where
