"Was the note really necessary?" Lilith sighed.
"I wanted them to know it was me," Damon replied, full of smug confidence. After all, he knew they couldn't do anything to him—not here, not beyond the academy barrier.
The vice-captain's scream of rage had echoed behind them. It was almost reassuring. It reminded Damon of the time he was being hunted by the wendigo in the evil forest… and how the moment he crossed the academy's barrier, he was safe.
He could still feel the frustration boiling in the elves, stuck just on the other side.
"Hey… are you obsessed with making enemies everywhere?"
Damon scoffed. He hadn't done anything. He was the victim here.
"Was I supposed to bow my head, fall to my knees, and beg the elves to let me go? That never works. Begging just makes people step on you. If you're going to get stepped on anyway… might as well have some backbone."
Lilith sighed. That was Damon, through and through.
