Chapter 40: Mine

• Sarah was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest and her left cheek pressed against the solid glass. Everything around her was present in her sight, but her mind failed to take account of it. Just like that time when he had chased her out of the hall in front of all those people, she felt dejected and wronged. It was the first time he had taken her out into the world aside from then, so the moment was supposed to be somewhat sacred....But honestly, she wouldn't have made such a big deal out of this had he left her here for the whole day without returning, but the fact that he ran after some damsel in distress and left her behind, was a very valid thing to fuss over.
• Which is why she had been searching nonstop for other things to murmur and mull about, things that justified both her jealousy and vexation.
• Why would he run after her anyway? In Sarah's opinion, she wasn't just a friend judging by the look that took over his face when he saw her...a look that seemed like longing, relief and pain all in one. Damon had never shown so many emotions one after the other.