Ahhh yes, destiny. It was inevitable. In fact, personally Damon believed the world really loved giving him the middle finger.
In this case, it was quite literal.
He stood up from his chair without turning around. The gaze on him was still as intense as he remembered.
Yes, the first time he felt this gaze was when he had faced the quick claws of death and barely escaped.
He turned around to face her, the living threat to his chastity.
His eyes were deadpan, calm, almost resigned to his fate.
"It's been too long." He spoke calmly, while Evangeline gave him a disgusted look as if she were staring at human garbage.
At the door stood a beautiful woman with copper skin, her midriff bare due to her choice of clothes. She had dark eyes and long dark hair, with two small antlers growing from her head.
A bone blade rested on her back. Her cold eyes never left Damon, who was slowly inching toward the nearest window.
Her lips curled into an annoyed smile.
"I see you."
