Damon's frown deepened at Keith's resistance, and he increased his pressure. "I said, leave."
"And I said, that he should stay.", Talia said to Damon stubbornly, like his Alpha aura didn't affect her not even a little bit.
Damon would be impressed by her tenacity, if not for the pesky fly that somehow didn't leave.
The only thing that saved Keith's neck at that point was the fact that there was some distance between him and Talia. If Keith dared to touch her, Damon would eliminate every part of Keith's body that came into contact with Talia.
Damon glared at Keith who stumbled to get on his feet and the back of his shirt was drenched in a cold sweat like someone poured a bucket of water on him.
Keith's werewolf instincts made him painfully aware of how close he was to being ripped into shreds.
"I'm sorry Talia, but…"
