Chapter 18

Damon's POV

I wake up on the sofa with my head resting on the softest surface I've ever laid on. I open my eyes to see Leena sleeping, head laid back and mouth agape and loud snores tearing from the hole. I chuckle quietly so I don't wake her up and lift myself up slowly.

After I feel like it's safe to stand up, I do so and carefully lay her down across the sofa to ease the pressure on her back. She must have stayed like that all night long.

There's a pang in my heart for not being able to tell her anything, but still depending on her like I did last night. I tried to clean myself up and change my clothes to mask the scent of blood and death, but I know she smelled it.

When I turn around, I notice the journal sitting on the arm of the chair next to the fireplace. Was she reading that? Where did she get it? It looks awfully similar to the one that was on my desk.

I pick it up and open it up to the spot she left off at. It's over halfway finished! How can she read this gibberish? I