Nora’s POV

I cursed as the plate fell from my hand, watching as blood seeped from where it had cut me.

“Are you fine?” Jane asked, rushing into the dining room at the sound of the crash.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“You are bleeding.” She scoffed. “You aren't fine.”

I didn't even register the pain, my mind fixed on Damon. He had sounded strange earlier when I called.

My phone rang and I jumped, reaching toward it. I smiled when I saw the caller ID. He must be calling for me to ...