Chapter 8
[Ciara’s POV.]
I was still trying to process what Damon had said before he left. My instincts had been right all along; something about Daryl and his brother was off. And the worst part? They weren’t even trying to hide it any more.
There was only one option; I needed to take Damon’s advice and get the hell out of here.
I sat slumped in the corner with my head in my hands as I thought about every bad decision that led me to this moment. How did I let this happen? How did I not see this coming?
Then I heard footsteps drag across the wooden floor, and I looked up. Daryl was already heading for the door, his hand reaching for the knob. And before I even thought about it, my mouth moved on its own.
"Wait!"
Daryl stopped. He didn’t turn around immediately, but I saw the way hi
