Damon's POV

I shuffled into the house that night, my bones weary and crying for mercy. If any part of me was bruised the most, that would be my heart. Watching the burnt warehouse had been a huge blow to my heart, and hiding from the reporters that had gathered and hoped for an interview had been stressful. It was bad enough that I had had to show up out there in crumpled outfit, I couldn't step up to comfort the staff who were trying their best to help the firefighters put out the fire.

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