[Claire’s POV]
It was raining cats and dogs, a violent, relentless downpour that hadn’t stopped since the sun dipped below the Obsidian City skyline.
I wonder if Damon will be back tonight.
I shook my head aggressively to dispel the thought, leaning back against the plush velvet lounger in the dim expanse of the penthouse living room. I needed to stop this. I needed to stop my mind from drifting back to him, from dissecting the terrifying, magnetic pull he exerted over me.
I rested my hand on my stomach, my eyes tracing the furious trails of rain whipping against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The panoramic view of the city was obscured by the storm, illuminated only by the periodic, jagged flashes of lightning and the deep, rattling cracks of thunder that followed.
The soothing, rhyth
