Nina

I slammed the door behind me, fury coursing through my veins as the image of them together burned in my mind.

My sister’s soft moans, his hands on her body, their passionate kisses. It was torture. Pure, unadulterated torture.

“Damn you, Damon,” I whispered, my nails digging into my palms until they nearly drew blood.

The way he’d looked at me, with such contempt, such dismissal... it made my blood boil.

And yet, beneath that anger lay something else, something I refused to ...