SKYLAR POV.
“Hello Damon.” I grit out, glaring at him. He steps further into the cell, and our eyes meet for the second time today after years of thinking him dead. My stomach twists in fear and nausea and I try to keep my face as emotionless as possible, as I look into the cold blue eyes of my previous abusive alpha. Dear Gods! He really is alive!
He grins smugly down at me as he stops, a few feet separating us. “Hello Skylar. Still beautiful as ever, I see.” He says in a rough voice and a shudder runs through my body in disgust. “Although, you seem to be looking a bit under the weather at the moment.” He says, chuckling darkly at me as his eyes sweep the cell quickly, the puddle of vomit not going unnoticed by him. He looks to f*****g smug to my liking.
“How are you alive?” I ask, try
