Rushing down the backstreets, Damon felt like a damned coward fleeing and leaving behind his mate. He wanted to take Aila with him. Fuck Cassius and fuck Davian. Though he knew the hybrid had no choice in the damned matter. Still. Fuck 'em!
He'd left Aila right when she was vulnerable. To have seen the fear behind her eyes revolted at herself, it was plain to see without feeling the bond or hearing her mumbling curses at herself.
"She is not alone," Darius' majestic voice rumbled through him. "That punk, Harry, is there, and Davian does seem to care for her.."
It was true and strange his wolf was the one to remain calm and not try to kidnap their mate back. "Oh, I'm as calm as any storm. The next time we meet our dear little spitfire will be the last time we part," he replied simply as though it was a matter of fact. Damon could feel his wolf mentally preparing and planning ahead.
