DAMON

"Are you okay?" I asked Selena as I pushed the dead man off her body.

A small groan escaped her lips as she stood upright, her hand clutching her head. As my eyes roamed the numerous bloodstains on her outfit, I found myself frowning. "You need to get rid of-"

Selena sent a sharp gaze in my direction. It was sharp enough to shut me up. Then, she asked, "Are you worried about me, Damon Jones?" The tone of her voice contradicted the evil look in her eyes and I became more confused.

My hands which were wrapped around her arms were soon withdrawn and with caution, I watched...