Damon’s POV
“Give me the phone.” I demanded.
Vespera stared at me as though I had just suggested she hand over her internal organs.
“No.” She said.
“The photograph was taken inside your bedroom, and whatever sent it knows where you are. I need to see the original message.” I said.
“You saw the photograph.” She said.
“I want the device.” I said.
“And I want a peaceful life, a working shower, and seven years of my life back, but apparently we're both going to be disappointed.” She said.
“Vespera, this isn't a joke.” I said.
“I'm aware, Damon. Someone is inside your packhouse, something is crawling around beneath your territory, and your security system apparently has the structural integrity of wet cardboard. Do you honestly believe handing you my phone will fix any of that?” She as
