“Syn sent you here? What the hell was he thinking?” Michael stood up running an agitated hand through his midnight hair.
“Obviously that you need help,” Damon answered sarcastically as he pushed himself up into a sitting position while gritting back the remaining pain. He had known he wouldn’t be welcomed with opened arms but that didn’t take the sting out of it. “I don’t have to stay here.”
“Syn was right you know,” Kane said from the doorway having seen the hurt in Damon’s eyes when Michael had turned away. He walked into the room dragging a large cross over his shoulder. Michael glared at him as the blonde vampire propped it up against one of the walls. “There we go!” he said while dusting his hands off then turned back to meet Michael’s glare head on. “What?”
“Get that thing out of
