Damon’s POV
The week had been hell, but honestly, what else was new?
The leather chair in my office creaked as I leaned back, staring at the pile of useless books spread across my desk. A mug of cold coffee sat untouched next to an empty glass of bourbon—priorities. A full week since Drake had pledged his loyalty, and all we’d managed to accomplish was pissing off two witches and getting precisely nowhere.
“Damn bloodsuckers,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.
They had a good witch in their corner. Too good. Every spell we’d encountered so far was airtight, leaving us chasing ghosts while Aria was out there, somewhere, with those monsters. My wolf growled, echoing the frustration that churned inside me.
She needed the truth. Hell, I’d wanted to tell her before. But I hadn’t kn
