Elena POV
I stared at the severed heads in front of me, unable to process what I was seeing. What the actual fuck?
Three witches. Their eyes wide open, frozen in terror even in death, their faces contorted in pain. And there was Damon, standing proudly beside them, blood dripping from his hands, like he had just won a fucking war. His expression was smug—satisfied. He had killed them. For me. For what? To appease me?
I couldn't breathe. I stood frozen, staring at the gruesome display in front of me—the severed heads of the three witches Damon had killed. Killed, like it was some kind of fucking gift. The heads were neatly placed on the ground, their eyes still wide open in shock, forever frozen in a moment of terror. And there he was, standing next to them, an unsettling, satisfied look on his face.
The blood on his hands... My stomach churned.
"What the fuck, Damon?" My voice was a jagged whisper, disbelief pouring out of me. "What... what have you done?"
