The walk home felt endless, my mind trapped in an endless loop of his face, his words, his presence. Every fibre of my being should have been screaming to run away from Damon, to forget everything that had happened between us.
Yet here I was, unable to shake the magnetic pull that drew me toward him like a moth to flame. It wasn't just attraction anymore – it was something deeper, something that terrified me more than his threats ever could.
What frustrated me beyond words wasn't even his arrogance or the way he seemed to think he owned the world. It was that girl – my best friend the way she had clung to him like she belonged there, like they had known each other forever. That stupid girl had no idea that he had just threatened me with her life.
The image of her holding his arm burned
