"Save me the dramatics," Damon scoffed, his eyes darting around the room as he held me closer to his chest. This close to his skin, I could hear the sound of his beating heart. It sounded strong, and that gave me faith that we would make it out of this mess. Damon would make the worst enemy, but I could not have a stronger ally.
A stronger mate. My own heart seemed to beat in unison with his.
"If you were a worthy opponent, you'd never need to use such a cheap trick like this. Kidnapping my mate and bringing her to a silver mine? You might as well stamp 'inadequate' on your forehead and call it a day," Damon continued disparagingly.
I immediately understood what he was aiming for― he wanted to taunt Petral into revealing himself.
Unfortunately, Petral seemed to be made of stronger stuff. He did not appear, but his disembodied voice continued to echo within the caves.