102. SURRENDER

~ Damon ~ Damon watched silently through the second floor window as Violet got into the black SUV and the car pulled away. A part of him was hoping that she wouldn’t get on and choose to stay, but that was just wishful thinking. The car disappeared on the horizon and Damon felt his heart sunk to his feet. She’s really gone… Damon’s hand went to his chest instinctively. He felt some discomfort there, his chest felt tight and he couldn’t breathe. He left the window and went to the bedside table, reaching for the glass of whiskey. The whiskey couldn’t help him breathe, but it distracted him from the pain. * KNOCK * KNOCK * Damon lifted his head up at the sound of knocking on the door. Adrian was standing at the doorway, peering his head into the room. “Damon, you got a call,” he said. “Not in the mood,” Damon replied flatly. “It’s Hugo,” “Like I said, I’m not in the mood,” Adrian let out a sigh and stepped inside. He closed the door shut and walked a few steps closer to Damon. “You haven