Aria's POV
Damon's voice was terrifyingly quiet. I blinked, still struggling against the lingering effects of the drug.
"Damon..."
He took one step closer. The air around him crackled with Alpha dominance. His pupils had narrowed into a wolf's.
"Whose scent is on you?"
My vision refused to stay steady. The world swayed around me as the drug continued to course through my veins. Every shadow looked unfamiliar. Every sound echoed.
I blinked hard.
Was it really Damon?
One second, I was certain I was looking at Damon. The next, I wasn't.
What if this was another trick? What if they had sent someone wearing his face?
Lydia growled weakly beneath my skin. The man in front of me took a cautious step closer.
"Aria."
His voice... It sounded like Damon. But I couldn't trust my own mind.
