K I A R A
The sound of loud shouts abruptly woke me up from my sleep. My eyes flew open, and for a moment, I was disoriented. The morning light was streaming through the window, blinding me for a moment before I adjusted to it.
Damon was putting on his clothes, an angry expression on his face. I was immediately at alert. "What’s going on?" I said, tying my robe tightly around me.
"The people I faked into the guest list. They were all found dead in their homes last night. Their throats were slit." He said, his tone hard. "He's sending a message."
My blood ran cold.
"Oh my goddess," I breathed, my hand flying to my mouth. "This is all my fault."
"No," Damon said, turning to look at me, his expression softening slightly. "This is not your fault. This is on him. He's a monster. A coward
