Damon’s POV

“You are sweating.”

Was I?

I felt my skin and realized that Sasha was right. Was the air conditioner broken? A gush of cold wind trickled my skin, proving that I was the broken one.

I sensed my hands shaking and hissed as I clamped my hands together, forcing myself to calm down.

Breathe, Damon, it's just a show. I reminded myself that I had countless of those without breaking a sweat. What was happening to me at the moment then?

Sasha placed her hand on mine and I ...