Damon
The discussion I had with Zadyre earlier played over and over again in my head as I drove through the road, holding on to the steering wheel tightly.
“You know you’re the only I trust and know can do this, Damon,” he had said in a very serious tone. “The border spell will keep us safe, but it has to be precise. If it falters, Sebastian and his allies could find us before we’re ready.”
“I know it’s an easy task,” I had replied him as I shrugged it off. But Zadyre’s expression had told me this wasn’t like the other times.
“And,” he continued, glancing at Brielle and the kids in the distance, “I need you to keep Amelia in line. She can be of help.”
I’d raised an eyebrow at that. “Of help? Sounds like a handful.”
“Just take her with you,” Zadyre muttered, his gaze darkening. “She’s loyal and she can keep an eye on you. She can even help you.”
Now, as Amelia sat in the passenger seat beside me, her arms crossed and her glare cutting through the silence, I wondered if Zadyre had unde
