Damon.
He didn’t argue this time. Didn’t shoot me one of those cocky little retorts that he always has locked and loaded. He just nodded and walked off toward the water jugs like someone had pulled the life out of him and left the shell behind but I saw it all like the stalker I am becoming or more like I’m just observant I giess.
I saw the tightness in his shoulders and tje licker of something in those ocean blue eyes rage, maybe or pride. He hated that I saw through him. Hated that I made him do what he didn’t want to but he did it anyway. Because somewhere deep down he knew I wasn’t doing it to humiliate him. I made him my second for a reason.
I was doing it because if he didn’t survive what was coming I wouldn’t either and I couldn’t have that.
I watched him from the shadow of t
