218.
~Damon's POV
I was burning inside.
Belinda's face, her fake tears, her trembling voice, they were all still in my head.
"Damon, please," she had said, trying to reach for me.
I had felt disgust roll through me. Her hands… filthy. I couldn't let them touch me. I hated her lies. I hated her denial.
"I said, don't touch me!" I had roared, jerking back, my chest tight with fury.
She had flinched, her tears running down her face like broken glass. She had kept pleading, but all I could hear was the same excuse, I didn't order Dolph, I didn't tell him to do it.
Lies. All lies.
My head pounded. My fists clenched. Rage boiled so hot in me that I barely noticed anything else.
Then lightning cracked outside. My head snapped toward the windows. It was raining, no, pouring. The sky was breaking itself apart, thunder rolling like the growl of a beast.
And I smiled.
"The perfect weather," I muttered to myself.
Not for Belinda. Not for liars.
But for Lisa. And my child.
