Chapter 48: Message

[3rd POV—Damon]

An uncomfortable feeling settled inside his chest upon hearing Cara’s rejection. He wasn’t used to the strange pang pricking inside his ribcage when he saw the anger and hatred dominating her emotions. He wasn’t expecting that kind of feelings to hurt more than the physical wound she inflicted or that the bullet embedded right in his leg.

“All done, Mr. Montreal.”

Damon’s attention was drawn to the doctor stitching him up and taking the sniper’s bullet off his flesh. He didn't do more than give him a cursory nod in dismissal before taking a deep breath and standing up. He looked at his arm and noticed that there were ten stitches in it. Cara’s got a clean aim, he must say, and for that, he was kind of proud.

At least she knows how she got to defend herself in case something happens.

Damon went to his room and took a quick shower first, getting rid of his blood off his body before he threaded the hallway down the basement where the fucker was waiting for him.

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