I remained motionless, my heart pounding with fear under the weight of his intense gaze. It's as if he's still trapped in the clutches of a terrifying nightmare. His grip on my wrist tightened, and his breaths came in rapid succession, betraying his heightened state of agitation.
"Damon, you're hurting me," I whispered softly, my voice steady and composed. "Please, let go of me."
His eyes, dark and devoid of any light, bore into mine. I can tell he's still lost in his own thoughts, not fully awake yet. It's as if he's preoccupied with trivial matters that hold no significance.
"Abigail, employ your emotional intelligence," he uttered, his voice laced with frustration.
"If you release me, I can explain everything, Damon."
"Explain yourself immediately," he demanded, his teeth clenched
