The moment Damon's eyelids fluttered-just slightly-it was enough.

"Damon, stay with me," I whispered, my voice breaking as I tried to lift him. He groaned faintly, body limp, blood still warm against my fingers.

I didn't think. I didn't breathe. I didn't stop.

I dragged him outside with every ounce of strength panic gave me, somehow got him into the backseat of my car, and sped out of the compound with shaking hands.

No calls.

No messages.

No warning to anyone.

Nobody had to know where I ...