Stella's POV
The week had finally crawled to an end, leaving me completely drained. Nathaniel wouldn't stop harassing me with his threatening calls, though Damon assured me the wiretap was working perfectly. They were accumulating substantial evidence against him, including proof of other illegal activities that would guarantee his arrest soon. Still, each time my phone rang with his number, my stomach twisted into knots, never knowing what new threat awaited me.
