Jax blinked in disbelief before a slow realisation dawned on him, and his brows furrowed. "You-"
Before the man could even get a chance to spit his curses, Damon's back hand hit the side of his face, slamming him hard into the ground.
"I see you found a new group to follow around. How about telling us a little about it?"
"Go to hell!" Jax cursed, holding the side of his jaw, which was a little crooked now.
"You know him?" Nyla asked as she stepped toward Damon.
"Yeah. He was leading the scouting groups of the central station while I was gone."
At that time, the four guards and the man from the rooftop dashed inside, their faces fueled by anger at the sight of their slaughtered companions.
Damon didn't panic.
He stepped into the shadows the moment the first guard came through the door, reappearing behind him and putting him down before the others had fully registered where he'd gone. The second guard swung wide and found nothing as Damon was already elsewhere.
