Chapter 85

"It has been two days now. How long do you plan on keeping me here against my will and what do you want from me, Damon?" Anastasia's voice was steady, though her heart raced with uncertainty. She tried to keep her tone firm, masking the tremor of anxiety that threatened to betray her facade of strength. Damon leaned casually against a nearby tree, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His eyes glinted with a dangerous gleam as he regarded her. "Get over yourself and stop irritating me with the sound of your excessive whining" he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "I want many things. But for now, let's start with answers." Anastasia clenched her jaw, refusing to succumb to his taunts. "I don't owe you any answers," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "You might want to reconsider," Damon replied, his tone chillingly calm. "After all, you're in no position to make demands." "Where is Marcus?" Anastasia demanded, her eyes narrowing as she tried to maintain her