For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he glanced at the staircase.
"Whatever is down there, we face it together. You can hate me afterward if you still feel the need." He said.
"I already hate you." I said.
"That's reassuring." He said.
Despite everything, a reluctant laugh escaped me.
The sound barely left my throat before something moved beneath the staircase.
I heard three knocks and my smile disappeared.
Damon's expression sharpened, and the wolf beneath his skin stirred. I felt the answering presence inside me, my own wolf pressing against my consciousness with a warning I couldn't understand.
The knocks came again, followed by a whisper that crawled through my mind.
The wrong daughter has returned.
I backed away from the opening.
Damon caught my arm before I could stumbl
