Camilla glared up at him, looking furious.
She spoke. Her voice was sharp, loud, and full of deep disbelief.
"Are you insane?" Camilla asked him, her voice cutting through the heavy silence like a sharp knife.
She pointed a shaking finger down at the floor, where Allen was currently coughing and struggling to breathe.
"Do you want to kill him?" Camilla demanded angrily. "He is your own family!"
Damon stared down at her furious face. The red curtain of blind rage had been lifted from his dark brown eyes. His mind, which had been poisoned by jealousy, finally started working properly again. He realized he was standing in a public store. He realized he had just violently attacked his own younger cousin.
Damon slowly lowered his hand from his red cheek. He looked lost.
"I...I am sorry." Damon stammered. His deep voice was very low and slightly rough. "I... I..."
