Chapter fifty two

Damon's POV

Good, I thought, seizing on anything to distract me from how white and unmoving Zirah currently was, a couple of doors away from me. Helen on the other hand, was a welcome distraction. I didn't need to go search her out, she willingly brought herself here.

I hastened my footsteps, sliding my hand down the cold railing as I took two steps down the stairs, catching her from the corner of my eye hurrying towards me.

As my feet touched the landing step, I set my eyes on her, looking as immaculate as always. She was wearing all black which raised my eyebrows as it was the perfect outfit for midnight stalk and her hair was scraped into a ponytail, no strand out of place, and her lipstick perfectly painted on her lips. Her put-together appearance sparked anger, causing rage to simmer in my veins.

"Damon-" she opens her mouth to speak as she walks towards me but I cut the distance between us by meeting her halfway.

Before she could even finish her sentence, I flung out my hand