Fallon
“Where should I take you?”
I glance into the passenger side mirror as Mark drives. I look horrible. Crusty, hardened blood has gathered at the corner of my busted lip; there are red finger marks on my neck from where he grabbed my throat; my hip hurts so much, I can barely move. I know I’d be safe at Flint’s. It’s where I want to be.
But can I do that to him? Can I put him through seeing me this way? I don’t plan on forgiving Damon—it’s the last thing I want. He nearly killed me; I like to think it’s over for us. But I also don’t know what’s coming. If things get too bad in the next few days for Melissa and Hugh, or, god forbid, Lacey…
There’s only so much power I have.
And I can’t put Flint through knowing this and then seeing me go back to Damon.
Besides, there’s another
