WAS DONE FALLIN'

Wilona's P.O.V

I wanted to run. Wanted to run all the way back to my apartment and slide under my sheets, hiding from Damon and everything I knew wanted to hurt me in this world. Wanted to be alone and away from here. But I couldn't, the sun was a bit past setting and I knew there was no way I could make it back without ending up in the same place I was the night Damon found me.

"It can't wait Damon." The guy presses with a hint of aggression. "It's about your family."

Damon's entire body tightens at that moment, becoming a hard, rigid thing as he turned back to face his friend. Fear for him pools inside, the need to reach for his hand and show him I was there strong, but it was shut down the moment I remembered him pulling away from me.

Damon may be okay with what we were in private, without the eyes he knew on him but he clearly wasn't when they were. That was something I couldn't ignore, even if I wanted, I couldn't do that again.