(Damon POV)
I saw the princess slip out through the exit door. The light caught her silver hair just for a second before she disappeared into the night.
'Ember… where is she going?'
"Let's go after her," Beowulf growled in my head.
I started walking after her. I wasn't sure what I planned to say… maybe I'll try to make her remember me or maybe I just wanted to be near her again. Her scent was still in the air, driving me crazy.
But I didn't get far before two fae guards stepped in front of me, blocking the way.
"She's not to be followed," one of them said without even looking at me properly.
My jaws clenched, Beowulf was already clawing inside my head to let him out. "Since when do party guests get treated like prisoners?"
"We're only following orders," the other replied, his tone too calm.