Elena’s POVJulian was still trying to force his way in, shielding his head as best he could."Elena, please, just listen to me for two seconds—"He didn't get the chance to finish. Two sets of arms grabbed him by the collar and hauled him away from the door without a moment's hesitation. I stood there, a bit dazed, watching Damon’s bodyguards clear the hallway."Sorry about that, Miss. We’ll take it from here."I just gave a small nod. Julian was a pathetic sight: hair soaking wet, face marked from my umbrella strikes, looking like a kicked dog."Julian, stop the theatrics. It’s over between us. We have nothing left to say."He struggled against the guards' grip, his voice strained."Elena, just one chance... I’ll get help, I swear..."Damon’s men didn't even flinch. One of them said dryly, "Sir, have some dignity. Get lost now, or this is going to get a lot worse."I turned on my heel and slammed the door in their faces. The sharp crack finally muffled his shouting. I leaned against
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