Elena's POV
I didn't go back to our room.
Honestly, I didn't even consider it. Damon didn't come looking for me either, which—fine—was probably for the best because I had absolutely no idea what I would've said to him. "Hey, babe, remember when you grew a horn in the shower? Yeah, so… what's up with that?"
No. Absolutely not.
So instead, I dragged my overworked, emotionally wrecked wolf self to the library.
The one place in the entire castle where I could hope for answers. Answers or… distractions. I wasn't picky at this point. My brain was cooked. First the stupid darkness in him, then the weird images, then the messages, then the horn—Hades—whatever fresh hell was happening now. Couldn't I get a normal mate? A normal guy? One whose greatest secret was maybe a gambling addiction or a childhood fear of chickens?
But nooo. I get Damon: Alpha King, Vampire Hybrid Tyrant, Possible Demon Incubator. Fantastic.
