Elena POV:
I was too busy cursing my horny wolf to notice anything else. That bitch Zena was ruining my imagination and the book. I swear, she was looping the same damn mental image like a smutty PowerPoint in my head—Damon, naked, wet, slick with blood, like a demonic Greek god sculpted from sin and shadows. And now, post-shower, that image had only gotten worse. Or better. Depends on who you ask. My body? She was definitely voting better.
I only snapped out of it when I felt the shift in the air around me. That subtle electric buzz that meant Damon was near. Too near.
I looked up.
There he was.
