Vespera’s POV
Damon's hand was still trembling when he pulled away from the curb, and that worried me more than Callum's message.
I had seen him face armed hunters without flinching, walk into an ancient chamber that threatened to swallow him alive, and stand between me and things that shouldn't have existed. Whatever Maren knew, it had managed to reach somewhere beneath his carefully controlled exterior.
“Tell me what you're thinking.” I said.
“I'm thinking Maren had plenty of opportunities to tell us this before she ended up under house arrest.” He said.
“Maybe she was waiting until she had something worth trading.” I said.
“Or maybe she's trying to save herself.” He said.
“Those aren't mutually exclusive.” I said.
He glanced at me, and I recognized the reluctant agreement in his
