Damon’s POV
The drive was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine. Lucinda sat in the passenger seat, her expression thoughtful, while Drake lounged in the back, fiddling with a knife he must’ve grabbed on his way out. My grip on the wheel tightened as Lucinda finally broke the silence.
“We’re almost there,” she said, her voice steady but tense. “So, do we have a plan, or are we winging it?”
I glanced at her, arching an eyebrow. “Plan? Sure. Step one: show Demitri the little piece of paper you dug up. Step two: hope he’s smart enough to realize it’s in his best interest to keep Aria alive—whether he wants her as a mate or as his next power boost.”
Drake snorted behind me. “And step three?”
“Step three,” I said with a smirk, “is all about keeping enemies close. You know the s
