Damon
Elena’s tear-streaked face twisted something in my chest. It was a faint, almost imperceptible discomfort, but it was there. I ignored it, clenching my jaw as I reminded myself why.
She only looked like her. That was all.
Natalie’s face haunted my memories, and for a moment, as the light glowed against Elena’s damp cheeks, I almost felt myself slip. But I wasn’t that weak. I knew better.
Zane’s voice broke through my thoughts. She seems more resilient than Natalie, he mused as we observed Elena with an impassive gaze.
Maybe she’s putting on a show, trying to get our attention. I countered.
I exhaled sharply, turning my focus back to the girl in front of me. Elena stood stiffly, her hands clasped as if unsure whether to defend herself or feign indifference.
Zane continued, ig
