HELENA REED POV

Damon was going to kill me.

I turned slowly in the bath and instantly regretted it, my eyes squeezing shut as pain shot up my spine.

Fuck. Everything hurt. My back felt like it'd been beaten with a damn baseball bat, my shoulders were sore, and my wrists... I lifted one out of the water, my eyes narrowing on the ugly bruises circling them.

Bastard.

I could still remember the sting of his hand connecting with my face, the force behind it stealing the air from my lungs before he'd grabbed me hard enough to leave those marks. The memory made my stomach churn, because I could...