Zyna's POV

“You're rejecting me and you say it's no harm?” I asked Damon, stunned.

“You and I know that it could get a lot worse than this.” He replied, silencing me.

He was correct, completely correct.

“I have three months to go.” I said to no one exactly.

“I'll make arrangements for you in a city you choose. Draft up a plan and get it to me.” He wiped non-existent creases from his pants.

“And what's that supposed to be? Parting gift?” I chuckled sadly.

“You can see it as that.” He said, standing up.

But I didn't want the conversation to be over.

I wanted us to talk...