Katrina’s POV
The door slammed behind me, rattling against its frame, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the memory of his mouth on mine. Damon’s kiss clung to me like smoke after a fire, lingering in every breath I took, searing my lips even though he wasn’t here. I pressed trembling fingers to my mouth, willing the sensation away.
God, what was wrong with me?
I had kissed him back.
Not just kissed—responded. Like a woman starved. Like someone who had forgotten he was the monster who caged me.
I staggered to the edge of the bed, my knees weak, fury and shame twisting inside me. I hated myself more in that moment than I hated him. My chest rose and fell violently, dragging air that felt too heavy, too sharp, too much.
“i***t,” I hissed at my reflection in the dark windowpane, though t
