Vespera’s POV
I had survived hunters, silver restraints, a dead man with too many secrets, and an ancient doorway that seemed to have a personal problem with Damon Blackthorne. Yet somehow, the most exhausting part of my evening was arguing with the Alpha about where I was going to sleep.
“You're staying here.” Damon announced.
“I gathered that from the way you're standing between me and the exit.” I said.
“Excellent. We're making progress.” He said.
“I agreed to stay until we figure out what's happening, not until you start issuing orders like an overprotective prison warden.” I said.
“Would you prefer prison warden or dangerous Alpha? I've been called both.” He said.
“Dangerous Alpha, apparently, although I'm beginning to suspect the stories were exaggerated.” I said.
“Which stor
