~DAMON~
I was losing my f*****g mind. Clarissa had left the group to go to her room for over an hour. I wanted to go to her so badly after what she'd told me earlier, but my damn brothers weren't giving me an opportunity.
The longer Atticus stayed here, the longer I'd have to wait as well. I couldn't let him see me going after Clarissa; it would be too obvious.
Still, I was restless. How could the tattoo still be there if I couldn't see it? The thought of it being there made me thrilled and excited. I wanted to see it again, and this time I wanted to appreciate it the proper way, like how it should have been done the first time.
"You're looking a little tense, brother." Atticus points out. "Have another beer."
I resisted the urge to growl. Of course, I was tense when I couldn't lea
