Damion's POV
I turned around in my bed restlessly. Being locked up in my room all morning was not the best kind of treatment, but it was the only way I could keep myself in check. I got down from the bed, unable to get any rest.
I paced around the room, which was awfully quiet. It was more like a bunker than a room. There was only one way in and out, and the door could only be opened from the outside.
It was stocked to the brim with snacks and as many groceries as I needed for the night. That was all I would need for the night.
There was nothing I didn't have…well, except for liquor. My mother was of the opinion that it was better to go through the night without getting my head riled up.
All I had that connected me to the other side of the bunker door was a button that sat at
