Betty's POV. 

I swallowed. Moon’s chosen? Me?

Damien shifted, subtly pushing me slightly behind him. 

His aura flared with authority, threat and warning all, wrapped in barely contained fury.

“Enough games,” Damien growled. “Where are the others? We’re not here for riddles.”

The man’s smile faltered, reshaping into a cold smirk. 

“Straight to business. Typical Damien.” He clicked his tongue as if disappointed. “You were always predictable. Loyal. Dutiful. A perfect ...