Damon's POV
The moment our eyes locked on the Hold lying on the ground, she quickly kicked it away, like it didn’t even matter. She glanced at me, a smirk playing on her lips. “I told you,” she said. “Sooner or later, you’re going to bow to me.”
I was sick of hearing them. I was so damn tired of hearing it, but she clearly enjoyed repeating herself. She squeezed her fist again, and blood poured out of my mouth, forcing me to taste the reality of my situation.
"You're smart," she said through clenched teeth. "But not smart enough, Damon. And that's why you're in this mess now."
I tried to push myself up, but my legs wouldn’t listen. It felt like my knees were glued to the ground, trapping me in this painful position. The pain from my chest and my broken hand was unbearable, but somethi
