Chapter 62

• Damon's POV
• "Don’t just stand there. Go get water immediately," I snapped, my voice reverberating off the dungeon walls. Alex didn’t hesitate; he bolted like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. My patience was wearing thin, and the weight of her unconscious body sprawled on the floor wasn’t helping.
• I wasn’t about to let her die on me. Not yet. Not until she told me where the hell she’d heard that bastard Darius’ name.