C22 Death Is Acceptable

Verena's POV

When we arrived at his house, Damon didn't even acknowledge my presence. Damien tip that when he needs to feed he has his episodes of mood swings.

When I entered his room. He stood in front of the vanity, wearing only unbuttoned breeches that hung low on his hips, grasping the rim of the sink with white-knuckled fingers. He dragged a damp towel across his bloodied chest