Damon’s POV
The guard dragged me through the snow by my collar. I had given up walking a while ago, and he hadn’t bothered helping me stay on my feet. Hell, I could barely even lift my head. My body felt like a wet noodle.
The rubies had drained everything. My strength. My wolf. My will to fight.
All of it was f*****g gone.
“Don’t know why his Highness wouldn’t let me just kill you in the cells,” the guard muttered, shaking his head. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties, and he was one of the real ones—not one of those abominations that the King kept in those glass boxes. “Would’ve saved me the trip, but he’s too theatrical.”
We were outside now. The wind bit at my exposed skin, but I was too far gone to really feel it at this point. I’d gone completely numb when the guard dragged
