Damon tried to open his eyes, but the vervain burned too painful. Now he had lost his sight he had to count on his hearing. And Bonnie gladly took advantage of that. She slowly step around Damon, waiting a few segundos after each step.
“What are tu doing?” Damon asked anxious.
But Bonnie didn’t answer.
She held a horn in her hands and held it right siguiente to Damon’s ear.
“What are tu doing?” Damon repeated. He tried to feel where Bonnie was with his free hand.
Bonnie grabbed his hand and turned it on his back, until she felt it break. While Damon cried she pressed the horn, which drowned his voice.