Chapter Fifty nine

Damon's POV

The loud buzzing in my head wouldn't just STOP! I banged my head on the desk over and over again maybe it would but Nooooooo!

It didn't.

Raising my head up and spotting a bit of blood from where I'd hit my head on some piece of broken glass, I stare mesmerized at the sight of the blood.

Then unbidden, the spray of Helen's blood comes to mind, the image replying itself on auto-repeat in my head and I swing up my heavy right arm to drown the visions, only to find that my cup is empty.

Managing to unglue my eyes for just so long to locate the bottle, I poured a generous amount into my glass and downed it all at once.

Whoop!

I knew I had something important to do and it was pretty hazy, just at the edge of my mind but seemingly very far.

I was pretty content to sit here and wallow though, the implications of what I did crashing down on me, and I realized that I had royally screwed everything up for me, Zirah, the kids, my people…

Damn, Helen! Even from the dead, she still fi