A Funeral For My Youth I

"...And how would you know that?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because he brought me there," I said in one quick breath, and Damon's face immediately blackened faster than the sky during a summer storm. He looked like he was about to rip the door handles off Doctor Thomas's door and beat someone to death with them. 

Hopefully, it wasn't me, but since Doctor Thomas was already dead, I was probably the only living target he could vent his rage at, especially if he deemed me responsible for the issue with the machine. I was his fated mate, but Blaise was his twin brother, another half of his soul.

If it came down to it, who would Damon choose? I did not have the confidence to pick myself.