'Doesn't he understand the meaning of trauma? I've been traumatized by the rogues, and he still wants to use me as bait for whatever he is planning? Normally, I would never risk my life like this, but Caroline and Lydia have been nothing but nice to me. But should I face death because of them?… What the hell am I even thinking? They are in that position because of me… Damon is a devil.' I sighed, my shoulders slumped.
"Since we have settled this… I have somewhere else to be." His brooding gaze swept over me lazily before he strode out of the room.
He stopped as he was about to reach for the door. "I'll let you know when it's time. Rest now." Without wasting more time, he walked out.
My body slumped on the couch. I buried my head between my legs. 'I've been reduced to nothing but fish bait.' I cried inwardly. 'Heartless psycho.'
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(Third person POV)
Damon walked out of his room with a serious expression; his cold eyes turned into a calculative one.
