DAMON'S POV
The two guards outside the cellar door straightened when they saw me coming down the stairs. "Leave," I told them. "Wait at the top of the steps." One of them frowned. "Alpha Victor said to keep her watched at all times."
"I am watching her," I said, my voice flat. "Go." They didn't argue. They walked up the stone steps, and the heavy door at the top clicked shut behind them. I pulled the key from my belt, unlocked the iron door, and stepped inside.
Sienna was sitting on the narrow cot with her arms crossed. She looked up as soon as the hinges creaked. The anger in her face hadn't faded at all. "Back already?" she asked coldly. "I thought I told you not to come back unless you had the keys to let me out."
"My father just sent a messenger to your pack," I said, ignoring her
