Damon's POV
The moment Silas dragged me back into the secret base, the smell of blood and damp stone filled my lungs.
My body was moving, but it wasn't obeying me. Every step I took felt like a battle between my own will and the foreign command buried inside my veins.
Fight. Rhein's voice was faint, barely more than a whisper. Don't let him take us.
I clenched my fists. I couldn't answer him aloud. I wasn't even sure Silas would notice the struggle happening inside my head. But I could feel Rhein. He was still there, still fighting.
Silas led me down a narrow corridor before stopping in front of a reinforced metal door. He opened it. My gaze immediately landed on the figure lying on the floor.
It was Joshua. Silver chains wrapped around his wrists, ankles, and torso. His body was mot
