I narrow my eyes and take a step back in a desperate attempt to put more space between us. “I’m not pretending. I’m not interested, Damon. Now let. Me. Go.” But it’s too late. Damon’s eyes flash dangerously again, and this time, they stay that way. Before I can bolt away, he lunges forward and gra

Karl The mansion is dimly lit and quiet as I slip in through the kitchen window; much unlike the way it was earlier when it seemed as if everyone and their mother was attending Damon’s gala. That could be either a curse or a blessing; if there are no guards, then I should be able to easily slip ar

Abby “P-Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!” Damon’s pathetic whines and whimpers cause Karl and I to roll our eyes as we shove him into the cell that he built for me. The snot and tears running down his face just further amplifies his look of pure pity; like a child who got caught raiding the cook

Abby I step out of the detective’s office with a breath of relief. It’s over; well, the interrogation part, at least. With Damon under questioning, I had to give my official side of the story today. And I did just that. I told the detective everything from beginning to end—although, if I’m bei

Abby “Do you, Abby, swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?” I hold my hand up in the air and nod solemnly. “I do.” “Let us begin.” Despite the lump in my throat, I feel shockingly optimistic about today. Maybe it’s the fact that the sun is shining through the large window o