Damon's POV
I slam the door shut behind me, the echo ringing through the empty apartment. Our apartment. The one Serena and I are supposed to share, the place where we are meant to live our lives together. Now, it feels like a hollow shell, mocking me with its silence. The air is thick with the weight of everything that has happened, and I feel like I'm suffocating in it.
Frustration boils in my veins as I pace back and forth, fists clenching and unclenching. My mind replays the scene over and over again—Serena struggling against her father, the desperation in her eyes, the way she called out to me before he dragged her away. The helplessness I felt in that moment is unbearable. I should've done more. I should've fought harder. But what was I supposed to do? Start a war right there in th
