Damon’s POV

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The door clicked shut behind Vivienne, and the sound hit me harder than it should have. I stood there staring at the empty space where she had been, my hand still warm from where hers had rested moments ago. The air felt heavier now, thick with the whiskey on my breath and the faint citrus of her shampoo that lingered like she had never really left. The soft jazz kept playing from the speakers, but it sounded wrong, too gentle for the knot twisting in my chest.

Elena set ...