"Restrictions, huh?" Damon muttered under his breath, his gaze lingering on the woman kneeling before him.
The word rolled around in his head, heavy with implication. This wasn't just about power limitations. This could be an opening. A crack in the wall of silence everyone else seemed determined to maintain.
For the first time in a long while, he realized he might be standing in front of someone who could actually talk to him.
Someone who wouldn't deflect with riddles like Blood Reign or act like an unhelpful, smug dickhead like La Rocha. Both of them clearly knew far more than they let on, but one refused out of sheer indifference while the other hid behind the excuse of "for your own good."
Then there was the other snake woman, hostile, arrogant, and outright dismissive from the start. Another dead end.
But Eryndral… she was different.
