Chapter 51: Tugging on my Heartstrings
{D. K}
Thirty minutes had passed and Dakota used that time to paint her nails with a color she had lying around at the bottom of her purse. Damon was still knocked out cold and she was bored.
After she finished admiring the —now dry—pretty blue color Damon groaned, his leg twitching and lifting up to allow proper blood circulation. "Wakey, wakey."
"I'm going to kill him," Damon raised up, yelling loudly in pain as the sun rested on his skin, burning everything it touched.
Dakota glanced down at his hand, not noticing earlier the absence of the necessary piece of equipment. "He took your ring?"
"He's playing us," Damon rolled off the couch, his insides burning still as the last wave of the vervain filtered out of his system. "All this stalling, g
