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Chapter 234: Chapter 234 Damon’s Abyss (2)
"Why should I care about them?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Why should I care about anyone? They never cared about me."
His heart pounded in his chest as the darkness threatened to overtake him completely. He could feel it rising, a tide of hatred and pain that was ready to crash down and obliterate everything in its path.
But just as he was about to lose himself to the abyss, a sudden knock on the door of his study shattered the silence.
"Damon!" Kyra’s voice called out from the other side, filled with concern. "Damon, are you in there?"
The sound of her voice was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of the darkness that had nearly consumed him.
His breath caught in his throat as he recognized her scent, the one thing in this world that could ground him, the one thing that could still bring light into his life.
"little thing..." he whispered, his voice trembling as the rage and bitterness slowly began to fade, replaced by something much deeper.
She was his light, his only hope, the one person who could make him feel something other than pain. And he would do anything for her—anything. He would protect her, cherish her, fight for her, and if necessary, he would destroy anyone who tried to take her away from him.
Damon pushed himself to his feet, his body still shaking from the emotional storm that had nearly consumed him. He couldn’t let her see him like this, couldn’t let her know how close he had come to losing control.
But as he reached for the door, he knew one thing for certain: he would never let the darkness take him as long as she was in his life. Kyra was his light, his reason for living, and for her, he would do anything. Even if it meant battling the darkness inside him every single day.
Damon froze as he opened the door halfway, staring at Kyra. The scent of Lucas still clung to her, twisting like a knife in his chest.
His mind raced, images of her with Lucas and Vinecnt flashing before his eyes, each one more unbearable than the last. The anger, the jealousy—it all threatened to consume him again, to drag him back into that dark place he had just barely escaped.
But then her voice broke through the chaos in his mind, pulling him back to reality. "Damon, I got food for you. Open the door."
Her tone was different—bolder, more confident than he remembered. It wasn’t the gentle, sweet voice that usually soothed him. This was something new, something that both intrigued and unnerved him.
He hesitated, his hand trembling as it rested on the door handle. Should he let her in? Could he face her, knowing what she had done with Lucas?
But before he could make a decision, Kyra took the choice out of his hands. With a slight push of her foot, she swung the door fully open and stepped inside, carrying a plate of food.
Her presence filled the room, and Damon felt his heart clench painfully as he took in her appearance. She looked even more beautiful than before, her eyes darker, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile as she met his gaze.
"Damon, what’s wrong with you?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and something else he couldn’t quite place. "You should eat." 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
He couldn’t find the words to respond, too caught up in the storm of emotions swirling inside him. How could she act so casual, so unaffected, when he was on the verge of losing his mind? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him? Didn’t she care?
But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something that made him pause. There was a new strength there, a bold confidence that hadn’t been there before. It was as if she had changed in some fundamental way, and Damon wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. All he knew was that he couldn’t let her see the turmoil he was in, couldn’t let her know how deeply she had hurt him.
He forced a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m fine," he lied, his voice tight. "Just... thinking."
Kyra didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t press him further.
Instead, she set the plate down on his desk and took a step closer, her eyes never leaving his. "You don’t have to pretend with me, Damon," she said softly. "I know something’s bothering you. You can talk to me."
The sincerity in her voice almost broke him. How could she be so kind, so understanding, after everything? But then he remembered Lucas, remembered the scent that still clung to her, and the anger flared up again. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t pretend that everything was okay when it was far from it.
"I can’t," he said, his voice stern. "I can’t do this, little thing. Not right now."
She frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean? What’s going on, Damon? You’re scaring me."
He turned away from her, unable to bear the concern in her eyes. "It’s nothing," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Just... give me some space, okay? I need to be alone."
But Kyra didn’t back down. Instead, she reached out and gently touched his arm, making him flinch.
"Don’t," Damon said, his voice sharp as he glanced at her, his eyes filled with a dark intensity. "I’m thinking about how to make Lucas lose in the first fight... and have you."
Kyra froze at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up at him, searching his face, but all she saw was a stern and calculating gaze.
"You should prepare for how to handle me on our first night," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "Because I’m not going to make it easy for you."
With that, he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. Kyra’s back pressed against the wall, and Damon’s arms caged her in, one on each side, trapping her. The space between them seemed to shrink, the air thick with tension. His gaze bore down on her, filled with a mixture of desire and determination that sent a shiver down her spine.
