Elena POV
Damon was in the shower when my phone buzzed again. The same number.
My stomach tightened. I shouldn't have opened it—but I did.
The moment the image loaded, my breath caught in my throat. My heart started pounding so fast I could barely breathe.
It was him. Damon.
He was surrounded by… women. Dozens of them—bare skin, tangled limbs, and Damon right in the center of it all. His face was unmistakable, his body familiar, but what made me freeze was the look in his eyes—dark, cruel, almost inhuman.
And again, that terrifying detail—those horns. Twisting up from his head like something demonic.
Below the image, in bold red letters, were the words:
"He is still cheating on you."
I let out a sharp scream and threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack and fell to the floor, the screen shattering. My whole body was shaking, my chest heaving as nausea clawed up my throat.
