Damon’s POV
So here we were: me, Aria, and Demetri in the middle of the woods. A vampire showdown. Great. I was already itching to stake him, but this guy wasn’t your average bloodsucker. Demetri was smug, powerful, and if I wasn’t mistaken, packing something nasty up his sleeve. I knew the type. Hell, I’d trained specifically to take on his kind. Most Alphas have staked a vampire or two, but I’d taken down more than my share. Too bad my usual stakes and silver weren’t here; they were still in the packhouse.
I let out a short laugh, lifting my chin, taunting him. “So, Demetri,” I drawled, my tone smug, “if you’re as powerful as you think, why haven’t you done me in already?”
His smirk barely wavered, but his eyes flicked to Aria, who was still frozen beside me. His attention stayed lock
