Kalilah POV
It was a couple of days after I killed Axel. I was back at the Dark Moon estate, recovering and just trying to heal.
Right now, Damon was helping me bandage my wounds. But he was being fussy about it, making me want to roll my eyes.
How the f**k was I going to get through this?
I cared for Damon, but he was starting to drive me bonkers.
The bandage was too tight. Again.
“Damon,” I said, trying not to wince, “you’re wrapping my ribs like you’re trying to keep my lungs from escaping.”
He didn’t respond. Just kept winding the cloth around me, firm and focused.
“I can breathe, you know,” I muttered. “I’m not dying.”
“You were bleeding out two days ago.”
“And now I’m not.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re fine.”
He was driving me mad. Just like Kiran.
Both of them were driving
