(Damon's POV)
I was driving through the empty streets with nothing on my mind but Ava. Her face was all I could see. Her laugh echoed in my ears, sweet and soft—meant for him. Every muscle in my body was tense, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were bone-white.
I hated it.
God, I hated everything about this.
I hated the way he touched her.
The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered.
The way he smiled at her, with that smug confidence he wore like a second skin.
The way he spoke to her, like he’d known her forever.
And the way she smiled back at him, like he deserved it.
I hated how fond he was getting of her.
But what made me sick was how she was letting him.
I clenched my jaw, grinding my teeth as the memory of Walter kissi
