Vespera’s POV
“The second man looks exactly like you.” The guard said.
The guard's final words echoed through the phone before the line went dead, and Damon stood motionless in the middle of the garden, staring at the screen as though he could force the guard to call back through sheer irritation.
I would have found it amusing under different circumstances, but the silver light crawling beneath my skin had reached my shoulder, and my wolf was making it increasingly difficult to think straight.
Let me out.
“Not happening.” I muttered.
“What did you say?” Damon asked as his head turned toward me.
“I'm talking to my wolf.” I said.
“Is she giving you useful advice?” He asked.
“She wants to rip something apart, and I'm trying to convince her that we should establish what we're ripping
