Serena's POV
My throat is raw from shouting, but I refuse to stop. "Let me go!" I scream, struggling against my father's unyielding grip. My body burns with frustration, muscles aching from the effort of trying to free myself. I wish—just for a second—that I had the strength to land a solid punch right on his arrogant face, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he's causing me.
"Enough, Serena! We're going home," he commands, his voice cold and unwavering, like steel hardened by centuries of power. "This ridiculous infatuation ends tonight."
"Infatuation?" I spit the word back at him. "You have no idea what this is. We have a deeper connection than anything you could understand."
I whip my head around, my desperate gaze finding Damon. He slowly rises from where he had fallen on
