Blood On My Hands

"They what?" Damon barked out, drawing back in surprise. A familiar anger churned within me, and I knew it could only have come from Damon. "Harper, why didn't you tell me? Damn it, even if you didn't want to tell me, you could have told Blaise at the very least!" 

"I'm sorry," I hung my head, too ashamed to meet Damon's eyes. "I should have told you this earlier, but I was… stupid. I thought… I could handle it on my own."

The frown on Damon's face merely deepened as he shook his head. He clenched his fists, the veins at the back of his hands turning more and more obvious the harder he squeezed.

"Alpha…" Nicole trailed off warningly, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched Damon's reaction. "Harper is still recovering."