Damon tried to open his eyes, but the vervain burned too painful. Now he had Nawawala 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 you doing?” Damon asked anxious.
But Bonnie didn’t answer.
She held a horn in her hands and held it right susunod to Damon’s ear.
“What are you 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.