Abby The light of the moon streaming in through the high windows casts a dim blue glow over the corridor. As I step up to the cracked-open door of Damon’s private chambers, however, a flickering orange light mixes in with the dusky blues and grays. “Hello?” I call out softly, knocking twice on t
Once again, I’m a bit taken aback by Damon’s words. I suppose I should expect it by now because of my previous experiences with him, but his questions all feel a bit probing. “I apologize, Damon, but that’s my business,” I say. “I’m not sure if I’m willing to discuss that.” Damon’s eyes flash mo
Abby The lock slides into place behind me from the other side of the door. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I turn and try the door handle, and that’s when it fully hits me: Damon really did just lock us in here. “Let me go, Damon,” I say as calmly as I can. “This isn’t funny.” “Funny?” Damon le
I narrow my eyes and take a step back in a desperate attempt to put more space between us. “I’m not pretending. I’m not interested, Damon. Now let. Me. Go.” But it’s too late. Damon’s eyes flash dangerously again, and this time, they stay that way. Before I can bolt away, he lunges forward and gra
Abby The lock slides into place behind me from the other side of the door. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I turn and try the door handle, and that’s when it fully hits me: Damon really did just lock us in here. “Let me go, Damon,” I say as calmly as I can. “This isn’t funny.” “Funny?” Damon le
I narrow my eyes and take a step back in a desperate attempt to put more space between us. “I’m not pretending. I’m not interested, Damon. Now let. Me. Go.” But it’s too late. Damon’s eyes flash dangerously again, and this time, they stay that way. Before I can bolt away, he lunges forward and gra
Abby I feel like a fool for ever taking this opportunity to come here. Maybe if I hadn’t accepted it, none of this would have ever happened. Maybe I wouldn’t be locked in this room, maybe I wouldn’t be banging on the walls, maybe my friends would be safe. Hell, maybe Karl and I never would have
Karl The mansion is dimly lit and quiet as I slip in through the kitchen window; much unlike the way it was earlier when it seemed as if everyone and their mother was attending Damon’s gala. That could be either a curse or a blessing; if there are no guards, then I should be able to easily slip ar