Chapter 16 Who Did You Kill?

At the crack of dawn, when most packmates were probably still sound asleep, Damion stood in the corridor of his magnificent balcony, waiting expectantly for the scheduled time of his visit to the dungeons. A soft cool breeze blew past his face, bristling the ruffled ends of his golden hair. In a vile attempt to calm his restless mind, he took in a good deal of the air through his nostrils but it didn't seem to quieten his worries. To Damion, he believed that peace of mind would continue to elude him until he had seen Karen and obtained her signature for the precarious agreement he hatched overnight. Yes, since sleep was deprived of him because of her damnable condition, he had to utilize it to create something challenging, that would leave Karen in a dilemma to either choose freedom or remain in servitude forever.