(Elara)
The ride back to the estate was silent. It was so thick that it pressed against my skin causing so much discomfort. Damon sat beside me in the backseat, resting his hand on the window and keeping a poker face like nothing had happened. He had convinced me into leaving Camila’s bedside and going home to freshen up with the promise that his men had been stationed outside to take care of her. He was right about one thing though, I looked a mess. Streaks of Camila’s blood was on my chin and all over my clothes. I was like something straight out of a horror movie but that was a joke compared to everything that happened last night.
From finding out that Mark had betrayed us to watching Camila getting shot and having her blood all over my hands, my mind was a rollercoaster at the moment
