Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Five Years Ago
I blew out smoke, staring at the back of Erika Fane’s head as
we drove through the neighborhood, having just left the
village. It had been a long day—and it would probably be an
even longer night—and I was both intrigued and pissed
Michael let her tag along for Devil’s Night tonight.
I’d been away at college, with my friends all at different
schools, and it finally felt fucking good to be back where I was
happiest, and now everyone had to guard themselves to not
offend Michael’s pet project.
But then again, maybe a distraction—something to take
my mind off Winter and what happened last night in the
shower—was exactly what I’d needed.
Perspective.
And closing my eyes, shutting off my head, and just
charging on into whatever shit behavior I could, would tear my
gut to shreds, so I couldn’t feel her anymore.
So I could let her go before she found out.
Maybe years down the road, when I was out of college,
and she was older and away from her parents…