Damon's POV
The days dragged by as I waited for word from Cole. My patience was wearing thin. According to Hector, he would be visiting Aria next week, and I was desperate for any information that might emerge from that meeting.
When my phone finally lit up with Cole's name, I snatched it immediately. "Cole! I was just thinking about you."
"Damon, what a week it's been," he said, sounding exhausted yet amused. "I've been dealing with one crisis after another, including breaking up an actual fistfight."
"A fistfight?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Cole chuckled. "I'll forward you the security footage. The cameras caught everything. Maya might not appreciate it, but you'll get a kick out of it. I should be furious, but honestly, it was too entertaining. But listen, I need to ask for a favor."
"What do you need?" I asked, curiosity about the fight still nagging at me.
