Taking care of things himself

Elora's POV.

I groaned when I woke up, my body sore and my mind in a fog.

I couldn't help the yawn that escaped me, looking around, I could see damp clothes and empty bottles of drugs.

"What happened?" I asked Damon who kept staring at me like I was a ghost who came back to life.

"You were poisoned." he released a long sigh.

My eyes widened and I shook my head in disbelief, "Wha-"

"What happened?" I asked, I tried thinking of who would do this to me.

"My maids test my food before I eat, so it can't

be them." I said as I sat up and looked at him, my face was pale. I wanted to know who did this to me.

"I think the poison was injected." Damon said solemnly.

My hands tightened into fists as I gritted my teeth. Whoever this person was, they were going down.

I sighed, "I know Dexter is behind this."

"I think so too, I'm more terrified for your health than ever." He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"He's really trying to kill me." I said, my tone flat.

"He won't succeed." Damon re