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The bourbon burns, mirroring the fire in Damon’s veins. Klaus took her. The silence in the living room is deafening. He grips the glass, knuckles white, before hurling it into the flames. Regret chokes him; he let her go alone. Now, the Salvatore heir is on a warpath. No one stops him. He will tear Mystic Falls apart if he has to. He finds her, or he burns. And when he does? Chains of devotion will bind them. No more risks. No more goodbyes.