Thane told him, crossing his arms over his chest. “One look,” he said, shaking his head as he leaned back against his parked motorcycle. “One look was all it took and I could tell she was just like my wife. She’s got her own head, Damon. And that head has its own mind.” Damon made a derisive sound. It was one of agreement. He was already well aware Diana was not going to take kindly to his insistence that she remain at the castle with him. But that was tough. She’d already been under attack once, and she’d passed out on him twice. They needed to figure things out. “She may fight you,” said Jason Alberich, who’d come up on Damon’s other side after completing a series of warding spells to reinforce the shields around the Caige’s cabin. “But there are ways around that.” He glanced over at Damon meaningfully and smiled one of his infamously dark smiles. “Some of them not entirely unpleasant.”
