969 The power of darkness (cont.)

'POW!'

A solid punch landed on Gregory's face, who was too stunned to react.

Gregory stumbled backward, and the snow didn't do much to soften his fall. He held his throbbing cheek.

Gregory had never felt so vulnerable before, and if not for his extraordinary physique, he was confident that Damon's punch would cripple him. What the hell was going on?

"HAHAHAHA!"

Damon laughed crazily, drunk on the energies that coursed through this system.

"You said I can't put a scratch on you. Did I prove you wrong, or should I punch you again?"

Talia wanted to go to Damon, but Declyn was quick to block her path.

"If you go there, you will be hurt," he said.

Talia raised his gaze to meet Declyn's eyes. "Keep standing between my mate and me, and I will make sure you regret it."

Declyn swallowed hard as he stared into Talia's silvery eyes, whose sharpness told him she meant business. He gave a small nod before moving to the side.