"Let go of me," Jasmine's choked as she pleaded with Damon.
"I said die," he yelled in response, his face marred with rage.
Larry walked into the house and was shocked to see the scene, he quickly pulled Damon away from Jasmine. She fell to the floor, her hand around her neck as she coughed and tried to catch her breath.
"Let's go of me," Damon yelled at Larry.
His gaze settled on Jasmine, who was still on the floor, and he stormed out of the house.
Larry turned to help Jasmine up, she shrugged her arm away as he touched her.
"I'm fine, I greatly appreciate your help." She managed to say and went to have a seat.
Larry let out a soft sigh and sat down too, "Is this how he treats you? Is that the man you call a husband?"
"Knock it off, Larry. My marriage is none of your business," She snapped with a glare.
"Really?" He scoffed and rose to his feet, took some steps closer to her and bent over to her ear. "Then, I'll be more than glad to attend your funeral." He chuckled aloud as he made his way out of the house.
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A lady dressed in a top and mini skirt walked in heels into Damon's personal house, Michael stood up to her as he noticed her presence.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" His deep voice bellowed.
The lady took off her dark shade and looked at Michael, "Going to Don," she smiled.
Damon emerged from his room and got a glimpse of the lady.
"Come on in, Elena."
She smirked as she walked past Michael and followed Damon's into his room.
They stepped into the room: Elena offered herself a seat while Damon poured them a glass of tequila.
"Here you go," he stretched the glass to her, which she received with a smile.
"What brought you here? I've warned you that it's dangerous to come here without my permission, what if something happens to you?" He asked after he sat down.
"Stop it, Damon. Are you just going to waste the day whining about how I came here?" she said teasingly with pouted lips.
"You would have known if you picked my call," she added and sipped her drink.
"I apologize for not picking your calls, I've been busy, and I also think you should quit now." His voice was stern and clear.
"What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" A glum look lurked around her face.
"I'm married, Elena...." He slammed the empty glass on a small table beside him.
"I know, but Linda is dead now, she's been dead for three years now. You need to give me a chance."
"You've got it all wrong, Elena. Yes, Linda was my wife, she died, and I moved on and remarried. I have a wife now," he uttered, staring straight into her eyes.
Elena's chin dropped at the news, her heart was shattered in shred as she looked at Damon. She grabbed her bag, rose to her feet and tried to say something, but she couldn't, she retreated from his room.
Damon threw his head back against the chair, letting a sigh sweep through his lips as he remembered Meir's words.
"How did I end up with you, Jasmine?" He thought aloud.
He sat up, pulled out his phone and dialed Meir's number.
"Hey, meet me in my office," he said and ended the called.
About thirty minutes later, a knock came on Damon's door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Meir walked into the room.
"Have a seat," Damon said as he got out of his bed to join him on the couch.
"My current family name, what is it?"
"Lyon."
Damon pondered for a second, the name ring a bell in his ear.
"The same Lyon family running for the governor position?" His heart skipped a beat as Meir nodded to it.
"I thought I was the only one who survived that night...." His tongue clicked. "They must be doing well for themselves."
"Anything else I should know about?" He turned to Meir.
"The leaders are called the Arbiter, that's where the mark was coined from. They only killed those who had blood on their hands…." He turned to Damon, "Like you."
"Anything to avoid it? The cult stopped a long time ago, why is the mark appearing again? It's been 20 years already." His voice contoured with fear gripped Meir's heart.
"Did you find the mark on someone?"
"Tell me what I asked you," Damon snapped, gritting his teeth.
"Well, I have no idea unless I see the person."
"What do you mean?"
"If the person hasn't killed yet, he or she could be saved by transferring the mark to another living."
A soft sigh of relief swept through Damon's lips, "My wife has the mark," he muttered, shutting his eyes for a second.
"I get it now," he nodded. "You must really love her, seeing how you want to get rid of the mark."
"What do we do from here?"
"I have to talk to her, to see if she's redeemable."
"Let's go then," Damon said, and they left the room.
They sat in the back of the car while the driver drove them. As they journeyed to Jasmine's house, Damon fixed his gaze on the outside view when his eyes got a glimpse of a flower shop.
"Stop," he said to the driver.
"What's the matter?" Meir asked, but he ignored him and stepped out of the car.
He walked into the flower shop.
"Good afternoon, sir. Are you shopping for your girlfriend?" A lady corporately dressed walked to him, smiling.
"My wife, actually," He corrected with a cold look.
"What's her favorite?"
He looked around but couldn't pick any for her, so he pointed at some sections.
"There, there.... And there. I want them all."
The lady's lips dropped in shock.
"Have them delivered to this address immediately," he gave her a note containing the address.
The lady gave him the bill, Damon brought out a black card, paid for it and left.
He got back into the car, and they got to the house, the flowers too hard arrived. Jasmine, who was seated in the corridor, looked down at the numerous pots of flowers and a smile beamed on her face.
"Let's go in," Damon said to Meir.
Damon walked up to Jasmine and hugged her, "I'm so sorry for what I did this morning, this would be the end. I promise."
He placed a kiss on her cheek, her heart melted.
They sat down with Meir, Jasmine wondering who he was.
"He's Meir, and he's here to help, regarding that mark."
Meir cleared his throat and looked at Jasmine.
"Have you had your first kill?" He asked as Jasmine's face etched with amusement.
She turned to Damon, "What is he talking about?"
"Just calm down and answer his question. Have you killed anyone since the mark appeared on your body?" He tried to keep his voice hushed and soothing.
"No!" She snapped and scoffed. "This is really unbelievable, Damon. Is that what you think of me? A murderer?"
His gaze fell on the floor.
"You don't know your history, Mrs. Forbes." Meir smiled and turned to Damon. "She is redeemable."
Damon took Jasmine's hand, a smile beaming on his face. Meir's face contoured an evil grin that hid his true intention for the couple.
"This is where it gets interesting," Meir mumbled.