Rayna POV
We walked back to the cabin. After we entered, Damon stood by the door, his jaw tight, hands flexing like he didn’t know what to do with them. The air between us was thick with everything we weren’t saying.
I should have told him to leave.
I didn’t. I couldn't. Instead, I said : “I thought you’d had enough of running from me.”
His head snapped toward me. That look in his eyes - like he hadn’t expected me to turn the tables.
“I wasn’t- ” he started, but I cut him off.
“Yes, you were. Every time you get too close, you run. Every time I get close to figuring you out, you vanish. You throw up walls or punch trees or disappear into the woods like I don’t feel the bond clawing at me too.”
He didn’t answer. I stepped closer. “What are you afraid of, Damon?”
That got him. His thr
