I turned over on my side, watching him sleep, but then my eye caught something, and I looked down, seeing Damon lying on his stomach and watching me. His head was propped on his hand, his eyes sharp as he brought up his fingers and dragged his thumb across his throat, not blinking once as he stared at me. I clenched the sleeping bag tighter at the small scowl in his eyes. Rolling over, I stared at the ceiling again, getting the message. You’re not special, so don’t get confused, girl.
