DAMON'S POV
I've never been this afraid in my entire immortal life.
Not when I first turned and felt my humanity slipping away like sand through desperate fingers. Not during my worst hunts through pitch-black forests with nothing but instinct guiding me. Not even when I fought my way out of a vampire pit at seventeen with nothing but a broken fang and pure, undiluted rage burning through my veins like acid.
This—this—is something else entirely. Something that makes my ancient blood run cold.
Serena is on her knees in the middle of the ruined living room, surrounded by splintered furniture and shattered glass. Her arms are bent at unnatural, impossible angles behind her, trembling violently like leaves in a hurricane. Her head is thrown back at a painful tilt, her mouth slightly open i
