VESPERA’S POV
"Damon, look at me." I pleaded.
He stood before the opening seal, his pale eyes empty of recognition. The man who had followed me into the mountains was buried beneath something ancient and merciless.
"Vespera Vale, you are a threat to the return of the First Alpha." He declared, his voice making the glass chambers tremble.
"That's a terrible way to ask your mate to dinner." I said as I tightened my grip on my knife.
His expression remained blank. Behind him, the woman wearing my face smiled.
"He's listening to me now. Isn't it wonderful?" She asked.
"Shut up." I snapped.
"Still pretending you're special. You always did that, even when we were children." She said.
"I've never met you." I said.
"Because Mother made sure you forgot." She said.
My mother stepped for
