Damon struggled to open his eyes, and his mind was blurry. What the hell happened? Where was he? His body weighed a ton.
The place smelled strange. That was not his study and not the packhouse.
He groaned while squinting to observe a well-lit room.
Damon was on the floor of a room that had two long sofas with small circular tables on each side, a fireplace, and a long coffee table, and Damon spotted a man sitting on a sofa chair and staring at him with an arrogant expression.
Gregory.
Damon never met the man, but he knew him because Talia shared mental images from the time she went into heat.
Damon shook his head to get out of the mental haze.
'Old guy?' Damon called to his wolf.
'There is numbing poison in your system.'
Damon was alerted. 'Poison?'
'It doesn't seem deadly, but it put you to sleep and is affecting me as well. Stay alert. I don't trust this guy.'
Damon agreed. He didn't trust Gregory either.
