Damon stared at the guy in silence. Every instinct screamed to drive his fist through that lying face. But this wasn't the same timeline. This wasn't the same Damon who died trusting him. This was the fairy king's doing. Piece by piece, he brought himself together and settled down.
A slow grin spread across his lips. "Sure," he said, his voice steady. "Just like old times."
Aiden nodded curtly, turning his focus toward the towering boss. "Good. We can end this in one go if-"
He didn't finish.
In a blink, Damon vanished from where he stood. The next instant, Aiden's instincts screamed danger, but it was too late. A crimson hand shot out from behind him, gripping his throat like a vice.
"What?!"
Damon's face appeared inches from his own, eyes glowing with a predatory crimson gleam. "Funny," he whispered. "That's exactly what you said the first time."
