Verena's POV

Anxiety is killing me. I still can't comprehend the fact that this stupid mark has a say in my life. Considering of all the works I've left in the organization to lift the world and make it better against evil people and just one day lurky and creepy folks marked and announced that I'm a destroyer. Seriously?

"You ready?" Damon asked while scanning me.

I wore a comfy crop top tee and and sweatpants to match the rebellion with my clothes.

"What do you think?" I rolled my eyes and the demon only grin coyly.

"You could really wear what you want, I can hear your thoughts whirling."...