Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

He pulled his collar tight against his neck, a flush of dark red creeping up from his throat.

“You are making a scene,” Damon whispered, leaning forward so only we could hear him, though his voice vibrated with a sharp, controlled anger. “Elena, get up. We are going to the car.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, seeing the tiny lines of panic around continue reading …