Chapter twenty one

Helen's POV

I've been staring at the wall for god's know how long but I was seeing the shimmery, smooth rose gold paint, instead all I could see was Damon and that *tramp* I saw outside his home fucking like two bunnies in his kitchen.

I was denied entry to his home a couple of days after our altercation in the yard, and once my three-day rule had elapsed, I did the little display with the cars, loving the fury and tiny bit of fear on his face when it happened.

I was hoping to bring him to his senses and do the right thing with the bomb, instead, I drove him further into her arms.

What the fuck was so special about a woman with a bloody scent?

I curled my lips into a sneer at the thought, but immediately relaxed my facial muscles as years of training by my tutor came roaring with a vengeance.

"To be eternally beautiful in practice. What you feed your body is what it will give out, therefore no frowns, no slouching, and no eating of junk."

Constantly drilled into my ears for over twen