_Alyssa's POV_
After dinner, I returned to my room, feeling defeated. The potion had been my one chance to weaken Logan, and now it was spilled on the floor, useless. I sat on my bed, still fuming, and pulled out my phone to text Damon. He needed to know that I had failed.
*Me:*
"I messed up. The plan didn’t work. Logan knocked over the glass, and the potion spilled everywhere."
I hit send and waited for his reply, my heart pounding with frustration. After a few minutes, my phone buzzed.
*Damon:*
"That’s unfortunate, but don’t worry. I can get more of the potion from my friend. We can try again."
I felt a small wave of relief wash over me. At least Damon wasn’t angry. He seemed calm, almost too calm, but I didn’t care. He was helping me with my revenge.
*Me:*
"Thanks. But who i
