Chapter twenty seven

Damon's POV

Twisting open the car door, I hurried after Tristan, increasing my pace so that I could catch up to him.

Only he would casually slide out of a vehicle while dropping the biggest news on someone.

I laid a hand on Tristan's shoulder, stopping him from moving ahead and turning him around.

"What did you mean in the car? What were you talking about?"

"Didn't you hear me in the car?"

"Of course, I did," I say defensively. "But I didn't really..."

He let out an exasperated breath. "Look your head in the game, please. Zirah's mate Noah is here."

"What does he want?"

"We'll have to actually *go* in there to find out."

Rubbing a hand over my face, I tried to school my expression into a semblance of calmness. Walking up the steps to the building, I tried to look through the windows to catch a glimpse of what was going on inside, but with all my extraordinary abilities seeing through walls was not among them.

Dammit, all this just continued to be more complicated by the minute.

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