Lyla's lips trembled as she tried to keep herself from crying. Everything was happening so fast and it happened in the worst moments of her life. If they had met before the mating ceremony then she would have never accepted to be Damon's mate. Her tears filled eyes stared at the handsome man holding her like she was fragile. Maybe she was indeed fragile. She imagined Damon looking down at her but his eyes never stared at her with warmth in them.
"It's already too late" She whispered,her eyes fixed on her opened palm. She grazed her fingers over the visible veins on her thin hand. Her skin was so pale that her veins were visible. "I'm broken." She continued, her voice cracking. "I'm…I'm not someone you'll want next to you. Look at me"
