Chapter 16

Damon

The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm.

I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatred.

The driver barely had time to step aside before she was striding toward me, her black coat billowing behind her like the wings of a vengeful angel. I knew that I was in for whatever rage she was here to throw at me, however, that was the least of my concerns. I was going to have to deal with it one way or the other, and I was willing to do so.

I leaned against the entrance of the packhouse, arms crossed, watching her approach. She was stunning, always had been, but tonight, fury made her even more lethal. It made her even more appealing to my eyes.

“Damon.” She spat my name like a curse, her tone sharp enough to slice through steel. “What the fuck ha