Damon
I frantically paced around the corners of the room, my mind racing. Still, I raged within myself. My anger had only simmered down a bit. Around me, several objects lay broken all about the floor – a plate, a decorative vase, several other ceramic objects. I had thrown a lot of them at walls in anger.
My knuckles also felt bruised, an unwitting result of my punching the walls ceaselessly. It did not matter; nothing mattered when compared with the burning inside of me when I thought of the guard’s confession, and of Carlisle’s reply to me when I had queried her.
Yet, as I still felt the fire of fury within me, I recognised how desperate I felt right then. The feeling threatened to make me lose focus, because the object of every waking thought I had since I found her, was dri
