Elena's POV
One word. A tyrant. That was what Damon was becoming.
I never thought I'd say it, but here I was—standing in the center of what used to be our peaceful territory, watching the man I thought I knew slip further and further into someone unrecognizable. And the worst part? I couldn't stop it. I couldn't even reach him.
The day after the witches' heads arrived at my doorstep, Damon left. I didn't even know where he went or who he was with, but I felt the weight of his absence. In that time, I tried to gather my thoughts, tried to process what had happened—the brutal killing, the power, the twisted sense of justice he had bestowed upon me. But when he finally returned days later, the man who walked back into my life was far from the Damon I used to know.
