(Elara)
I didn't slam the door, but it felt like I had.
The echo of it followed me down the hallway, wrapping itself around me like a noise I couldn't shut out.
My chest was tight, my stomach twisted. That image….her leaning toward him, his hand on her wrist like he craved for her was carved into my mind like stone.
It shouldn't matter. Damon wasn't mine. He had never been mine. He was… Damon. Complicated. Controlling. Infuriating. The kind of man who stepped into your life like a storm and decided he was staying, whether you wanted him there or not.
But the way my heart was pounding against my ribs told a different story.
I walked away quickly, not really seeing where I was going as tears had gathered in my eyes. The sharp click of my heels echoed in the hall, each step pulling me
