Damon's POV

The vibration of my phone felt like an electric shock against my palm, cutting through the suffocating rage in the living room. I looked down, my eyes blurry with tears of fury.

Brenda: Damon, please help. I’m not feeling well at all. I’m dizzy and I can’t stop shaking. I think I need to go to the hospital.

The words hit me like a bucket of ice water. Rage at Aria was suddenly overtaken by a frantic, jagged fear for Brenda. I looked at Aria—cold, defiant, and ...