Damon's POV

“Help…”

“Help me…”

“Damon…”

I turned at the window and the moon greeted me. I feel like Tabitha whispered to me, but it can't be. She would never call me. I exhaled before focusing my attention on the pendant I'm carving. It has Tabitha's initials, and I smiled.

“You really are fond of my sister, huh?” Justin asked, chuckling.

“She's brave, sweet, kindhearted, and on top of that, she won my heart. However, she doesn't want me and I don't want to ...