Chapter thirty one

Damon's POV

My men were surrounding the woman in question while she just stood there, cockily. She must have some big balls or serious backing to face a whole team of enraged shifters and not be afraid, either that or she was insane.

My men gave way for me to confront her face to face. There was pure fury and menace in my face and I was sure my pupils had changed color, yet she just smirked.

"How was the trip down?" She asks.

"Where's Helen?" I growled at her, in no mood for small talk.

She put a hand to her chest in the mock offense before saying, "Who?"

I took one step towards her, intent on slapping the smirk off her stupid face. I guess she saw my intention because she danced a couple of steps back.

"Look me in the eyes and you'll know I'm not fucking kidding, where's she?" I roared in her face.

"She's busy. Told me to keep y'all company." She pouted her lips as if that was a burden on her part.

"Where's Zirah?"

"That's the little bombshell I had in there?" She tapped her finger a