Natalia’s POV
I set the tray down on the floor and approached the cell slowly, glancing over my shoulder. The rubies were the only thing casting a light across Damon’s face, and…
Goddess, he looked like s**t. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, with dark circles under his eyes that made him look half-dead. His clothes were torn and dirty, and he was thinner than I’d ever seen him. But it was him. The real Damon.
“Damon,” I whispered, pressing my face close to the bars.
His eyes cracked open. For a moment, they were unfocused and glazed over. Then they landed on me, and something flickered in their depths: recognition.
“Na…talia?”
“It’s me.” I checked again to make sure that the guard hadn’t followed me down. “I’m getting you out of here.”
He let out a weak laugh that
