Damon's hand was warm despite the blood and dirt coating it. His grip was steady, firm, like he wasn't just helping me up… but anchoring me.
I staggered slightly as I got to my feet. My legs felt like jelly. Everything hurts. My ribs, my back, my head. Even breathing was hard.
I turned to look at him.
He didn't say anything, he just stared down at me, his eyes unreadable. There was blood on his lips, which was now dried. His shirt was torn, his skin blackened with burns and cuts. Still, he looked like he could take on an army and win.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded even though I wasn't sure. "Are you?"
He didn't answer.
Mr. Four Eyes came up behind us, holding his side as he leaned slightly to the right. "This place gives me the creeps. Where the hell are we?"
Rhydian stepped forward, brushing dirt from his shoulder. "This is no man's land. It is the other place that is connected to the fae realm apart from the werewolf realm."
