Damon's Pov
By the time Selene and I got back to the house, I felt hollow. It was like someone had scooped everything inside me out and left only the shell behind. My shoes dragged across the tiles of the sitting room, leaving faint streaks of dirt. I didn’t even care. I dropped the shovel somewhere near the door and just stood there, staring at nothing. The silence was heavy, so heavy I could hear the pounding of my own heart echoing in my ears.
Selene followed a few seconds later. She slammed the door shut, her breathing quick and uneven. Her face was pale, eyes wide, trembling hands clutching the edge of her dress as though it could take care of everything.
“Oh God,” she muttered, pacing back and forth. “Oh my God, Damon. This… This isn’t possible. It’s not. She was dead. You said
