Damon's eyes, hidden beneath his blindfold, would have burned with anger, resentment, and every negative feeling he could muster towards Xander Ravenscroft. But as they were shut and obscured, he could only rely on his [Shadow Perception] to sense the world around him.
His mood darkened further when Xander chose to sit at the table.
In Damon's monochrome world of shadows, Xander's high and mighty aura stood out like a polished blade. Xander radiated a commanding presence, the kind that seemed to demand respect by mere existence. It was as though he lived by an unshakable set of principles, carrying himself with a dignity Damon found both enviable and detestable.
And that was precisely why Damon hated him.
