Damon's POV
"Don’t just stand there. Go get water immediately," I snapped, my voice reverberating off the dungeon walls. Alex didn’t hesitate; he bolted like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. My patience was wearing thin, and the weight of her unconscious body sprawled on the floor wasn’t helping.
I wasn’t about to let her die on me. Not yet. Not until she told me where the hell she’d heard that bastard Darius’ name.
My eyes shifted to John, who was leaning against the wall, looking far too relaxed for someone in a room filled with tension thick enough to choke on.
"Did any of you mention Darius’ name in this dungeon?" I asked, my voice sharp and biting.
John straightened a little but didn’t lose that infuriating nonchalance. "No, Alpha. No one," he said simply, then added, "I’m
