(Elara)
Sunlight shone through the windows and filtered through the dusty curtains. I blinked myself awake, groaning from the soreness of my body. It was as though someone had ran me over.
I sat up slowly, every muscle in my body was stiff. The events of last night rushed back into my brain. The gunfire, the blood, Damon's silence and the way he looked at me like I was both precious and dangerous.
The house was too quiet. Camila was still asleep in the other bed. She was curled up like a child. I slipped out from under the blanket and walked toward to the door. The scent of coffee and something burnt reached me as I walked down the hall.
Damon stood at the kitchen counter. He was black shirt stretched across his back whereas I was still in my outdoor from last night. He was pouring wa
