There was one in the town he'd hoped to encounter the most. That mouthy, scarred brat who had foolishly invited him to come display precisely what being a demon means. This would be the price for his ill-placed blind loyalty. Damon would be more than happy to teach him the error of his ways.

If he was even capable of learning, given that he'd already proven to have a sub-par level of intelligence. Were Damon capable of it he might have almost felt bad. But he wasn't, so no skin off his nose. The message should have been clear enough this time, between the fires and the missing door.

The boy would come.