Cole's POV
For a moment, I hesitate, not sure if I want to see him or if I can keep myself from punching him right in the face. This was all his stupid f*****g idea, after all. Then again, he is right. We do need to talk. Whatever horror Seraphina just walked out of, I want a full report.
I need to know.
I get out of the chair and open the door, letting him and Ren in.
"How is she?" Ren asks, hands on the moist towel draped around his neck.
"Sleeping," I answer, closing the door. "And I will not be surprised if she never wants to wake."
Damon's jaw clenches.
I grab his arm. "What happened back there?"
I was half expecting him to punch me for touching him, or at least, throw me one of his death glares. I was prepared to punch him back. Instead, he simply shrugs off my hand and gestu
