Chapter Hundred Fourteen

Zirah's POV

I sat there frozen…..helpless.

While I watched my former lover circle my mate like a predator looking for his next meal.

"Damon...no! Please... I- uh," I babbled incoherently, forcing words out of my mouth in a silly attempt to stop him from ramming the knife into a fragile spot on his body that could claim his life.

He stopped behind Noah when my pitiful cries reached him and for a moment I thought that maybe he had changed his mind.

However, he lunged forward pressing the thin part of the blade exactly into the jugular spot at his neck pressing firmly with those cold eyes trained on mine.

"You know what I need from you." He ground out harshly, his deep tone barely making his words distinguishable but I managed to catch it.

"Damon, I-" I had no idea what I was about to say but for some crazy reason I just had to open my mouth.

His odd eyes hardened and the brief flicker of hope I'd seen bloom in his eyes died out and he turned his attention back to his semi-conscious pat