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day?”
    Levet shrugged. “We are not truly here.” He turned back to meet Damon’s accusing gaze. “Is this still the past?”
    “How should I know?” Damon snapped.
    There was a shift in their surroundings, and suddenly Damon could see himself standing across the room, his expression rigid as he watched a slender, dark-haired female enter from a side door.
    “We are about to discover,” Levet murmured, suddenly back at Damon’s side.
    Damon already knew.
    He’d lived this precise moment one week ago.
    “No,” he rasped. “Get us out of here.”
    Ridiculously Damon tried to back away, hoping he could somehow escape the sudden tugging that he could feel deep inside him.
    Of course it was a wasted effort. He’d barely managed to take a step before his consciousness was yanked from his body and thrust into his body across the room.
    It was the same as before. The sense of disorientation before he was being sucked into the past, feeling agonizing regret as he watched the beautiful female halt directly in front of him.
    “Gia,” he breathed, his gaze compulsively taking in the toga-style sundress that clung lovingly to her slender body.
    Pain, so intense it should have been lethal, sliced through him as his gaze lifted to meet her dark, accusing gaze.
    Over the past years the two of them had remained close, but Damon had resisted the savage need to make her his mate. So long as his mother was alive he understood Gia would be in danger.
    Then, without warning, Damon had returned to the cabin and found his mother dead. She’d committed a Telos, the werewolf equivalent of suicide.
    He’d tried to go on with his life. To shake off the chains of his childhood and claim a future with the woman he loved.
    Unfortunately, that had proved to be an impossible task.
    “Damon,” Gia said, her lovely face set in lines of determination. “I’m glad I caught you before you left.”
    “What are you doing here?”
    “I couldn’t let you leave without seeing you.”
    Damon squashed the urge to reach out and touch her cheek. Over the past few months their arguments had grown increasingly bitter, until Gia had at last slammed out of the villa, swearing never to return.
    He’d needed her support more than ever, but she’d refused to try and understand the darkness driving him.
    “As I remember the last time we spoke you told me to go to hell,” he reminded her in grim tones.
    Her lips thinned with annoyance. “Because you refuse to listen to reason.”
    “Because I refuse to bow to your wishes,” he countered.
    “Not my wishes.” The power of her wolf glowed in her eyes. His own wolf rose up in response, straining to be released. His animal didn’t understand why he was hesitating in completing the mating. “Common sense,” she said between clenched teeth. “You know this is a suicide mission.”
    Damon felt a shaft of pain at her words. He so desperately wanted her to understand. To stand at his side.
    Of course, he didn’t let her see his regret. His pride demanded that he act as if nothing could hurt him.
    “Your belief in me is, as always, heartening,” he mocked.
    “Salvatore is the king, Damon,” she pressed, one of the few who refused to be intimidated even after he’d taken command of the pack and moved them from Siberia to Greece. “The true king.”
    Damon curled his lips. He was sick to fucking death of hearing the note of awe in the voices of Weres when they spoke of Salvatore.
    Perhaps the current King of Weres had defeated the demon lord and restored the traditional powers to the Weres, but he’d also offered a treaty to the damned vampires, not to mention dragging purebred Weres into a fight against the Dark Lord.
    Did no one else care that ancient traditions were being destroyed, one by one?
    “Only until a stronger heir defeats him,” Damon pointed out.
    Concern tightened Gia’s features. “And you’re certain you’re stronger?”
    He sucked in a harsh breath. “Another insult to my