C61 The shots

“ She’s my mother you bastard.” Damon snarls, hawking his gaze and seeking for the next wolf to die.

“ Lord Damon! Forgive me.” The bartender brittles in fright while the men begin to scamper for dear lives. Damon knows there exist another man who had said too much in support of the Dazzler. No one was going to make fun of the Queen and get away with it.

“ My, the Queen, works very hard