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~Lisa's POV
I sat there, feeling weak, my body still aching from everything I'd been through. My legs felt like they weighed a ton, but I forced myself to walk anyway. Each step was slow, deliberate. My head felt heavy, and the sight of Damon sitting there made my chest tighten.
The moment our eyes met, I felt that familiar sting of anger. My gaze hardened into a glare.
"Just go," I said sharply, my voice not as strong as I wanted it to be. "Go meet your brothers. You don't have to be here."
Damon's brow creased, but he didn't say anything right away. He just stared at me, like he was trying to figure me out.
"I mean it," I continued, my voice rising despite my weakness. "I'm not okay with you here. I don't want to see you, and I don't want to see any of them either."
"Lisa…."
