"Damon, hurry. Please. We are in big trouble. Those bastards have surrounded us completely. The guy who was stalking and torturing Aurora is here. He will not leave today without her. You have to hurry. Please. She loves you so much, and she has helped you out when you needed her. Please, you cannot let her down. She is very innocent. This guy won't let her off."
A fresh wave of fury rippled through Damon's chest, tightening like a noose made of thorns. The words on the message bled into his vision, and for a moment, the divine light flooding Niera dimmed under the weight of his rage.
But all of a sudden, something clicked. Damon started smiling. His smile quickly turned into maniacal laughter as he threw his head back and cackled like a devil finally unchained. It was not the laugh of someone who had lost his mind.
No, it was the laugh of someone who had found clarity in madness.
