Damon didn't sleep, not properly.
The night dragged on in broken pieces and half-thoughts, shifting in and out. The same words echoing over and over again in his head.
"One month"
Every time he closed his eyes, it came back.
"We can't afford the cops on our tail. If she witnessed something, she must be erased, if you are uncertain, she must be erased too, "
He turned on the bed again, the sheets twisting beneath him, his jaw tightening as frustration settled deeper into his chest.
Seraphina…her face refused to leave his mind. The way she had looked at him. The way she had denied everything without breaking. She was too calm or…maybe too careful. Or maybe he was wrong.
Damon exhaled, dragging a hand over his face before pushing himself up. There was no point trying to sleep anymore.
