[ o ] — Damon’s facial expression turned sour. He wasn’t the type of person to show fear. Yet, ever since coming back from the white light that engulfed him that night changed him in a way. Past memories haunted him like ghosts. It would be a miracle for the Salvatore to even get 30 minutes of sleep. Blue eyes looked over at the teenager, his voice breaking the silence. “To be afraid is a sign of weakness. I am not weak.”