Damon's POV

Arrows.

Wounds.

Pain.

That was exactly what I felt hit me as I watched Nora walk out of her—Sasha's—room with her luggage. I felt pains radiating all around me and winced in pain, my chest hurting as if a boulder was placed on it.

A boulder of guilt.

I guessed that was exactly what was crushing my ribcage and making it impossible for me to breathe.

I felt worse than a jerk.

Oblivious to how I felt, Nora glanced at me and scowled, everything about her stance showing me that I ...