C67 Dying…

Damon's POV

I flinched, tasting the metallic tang of blood in my mouth, and feeling it slowly slide down to my lips.

I felt a sharp sting when my hands reached to my nose, pressing against it. I shot Walter a deadly glare and, without uttering a single word, I brushed past him, went into my car, and drove off.

My day was already chaotic, and I didn't want to make it any worse. I needed a drink