Damon’s POV:
My nemesis.
That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency.
My downfall. My undoing.
It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.
The strange thing was, Margot had "adopted" her a full year prior. You might ask why it took me twelve months to meet a girl living under the same roof. The answer was simple: I wasn’t there.
It had taken me until I was eleven to even begin coming
