Damon POV
After the kiss, I started looking into ways to kill a vampire.
You could cut off their head, burn them, or drive a stake through their heart. It was all very classic, Hollywood ways, but I was willing to try anything at this point.
I spent hours pacing, fists clenched, jaw tight. The usual calm I wore like armor cracked, and all I could think about was how that smug bastard had the nerve to cross every line. Not toward her—no, I kept that side gentle—but toward everyone else around us.
When my beta called that night, I snapped. Snapped harder than I ever had before. Nearly hung up on him just to keep the rage from spilling out.
I didn’t have answers, no plans. Just that burning fire inside, growing hotter with every thought of Lucien’s smirk. The kind of anger that doesn’t a
