C10 Let your guard down

Damon’s POV

The manor was unusually eery and quiet as I turned off the engine of my black Griffin Marauder. I smoothed the wheel—this car was a treasure I had inherited from my grandfather—and I sat there in my treasured baby, stroking my beard.

Even now, I was stalling to go into my own house. A place that had offered me so much solace.

Because of her. Iris