**Elora's POV**
“Was I too hard on the man?” I asked Damon the minute we entered my room.
“You did what was right, Elora. You followed your father's rules and that is right. He deserved whatever he got, and that should also serve as an example for the rest of them.” He replied and I sighed.
I sat on the bed, and he sat beside me. When his hands were being cut off, I had to gather the courage to still have my expressionless face on. The truth was that the blood wasn't a good sight for me, and if my people could look at it, who am I to look away?
It wasn't something I have done before, and it bothered me.
“Elora,” Damon called, and I turned to face him. “Stop thinking about it and go to bed, okay? It's not your fault for passing the right judgment, and believe me when I say, nobody wil
