Elena's POV
Damon's eyes locked onto mine, dark and possessive, before his grip tightened around my wrist. He dragged me down the hall, his steps heavy with purpose. My heart raced, a mix of anger and confusion coursing through me. When we reached his study, I could already feel the air grow thick with tension. That vampire bitch—Seraphine—was standing there, waiting. For what, I had no idea. But it didn't matter. All it did was fuel the fire burning in my chest.
Damon shoved the door open, his voice cold and commanding. "Everyone, out. Don't disturb me for the rest of the day. Lock the door on your way out."
