Chapter Fifty three

Damon's POV

Seeing that I wasn't saying anything, Tristan's eyes hardened further.

"Well…" he splayed his arms out wide, "aren't you going to say anything?"

I hummed, focusing on using the cold feeling I got from the ice to center myself. The feeling was actually quite great if you could focus on it properly... soothing, calm and-That so great feeling was snatched away from me and my eyes popped open- I didn't even realize I'd closed it- the instant I felt someone take it away from me. I heard a thud and twisted my head to see what had fallen, and I saw a wet print on the wall where the ice had smashed against it and the sad remains on the floor, soaking my carpet.

I flung my eyes to where Tristan stood, his hands folded on his chest belligerently.

"What was that for?" I queried.

"Oh, so now you can pay attention to me?" He scoffed.

I rolled my eyes at how petulant he was acting.

"Sorry, I kinda spaced out for a while there, what were you saying?" I waved my not-sore hand at him