Damon's POV
I knew something was wrong when Vespera stopped fighting me.
She had argued with me about everything since the moment we'd met, from where she slept to how many warriors followed her, and even whether I had the right to tell her not to bleed on my furniture. Yet after we escaped the chamber beneath the estate, she barely looked at me.
She hadn't argued when I ordered everyone to keep quiet about what we'd witnessed. She hadn't thrown a single insult at me during the journey upstairs, and when I'd tried to speak to her outside her bedroom, she'd closed the door without giving me the satisfaction of a sarcastic remark.
I should have recognized the warning.
Instead, I spent the next several hours dealing with the aftermath of the attack, questioning the surviving warriors, an
