Elara's POV
My eyes fluttered open, the true sun rose from the west casting the shadows from the corners of the room. I shielded my face from the sun. Lifting myself slightly, my eye caught his mascular body.
I felt a dark hollow space. One that wasn't mine. It felt pretty empty. With my heart beating subtly. I could feel ever little ounce. He was in pain.
I lifted my gaze. My eyes caught the odd tattoo-like symbol across his back. It was a dark red, creeptic, claw mark. That was exactly what it looked like. A claw mark. But, it seems deeper than a tattoo.
" Good morning," I breathed the word.
He paused, turning real quick. " Morning." His tone had changed. Really different from the one I knew.
This wasn't the Damon I knew. I could feel every bit of him. His emotions. Everything.
