Chapter 21
Damon:
The moment the car pulled into the driveway, I knew I was in for a storm.
I watched as Lysandra stepped out of the vehicle. Her hair is clicking sharply against the pavement. Her eyes dark with anger as
they locked onto me, and I knew that there was a firestorm of rage, frustration, and hatred
The driver barely had time to step aside before she was striding toward me, her black coat billowing behind her like the wings of a vengeful angel. I knew that I was in for whatever rage she was here to throw at me, however, that was the least of my concerns. I
was going to have to deal with it one way or the other, and I was willing to do so.
I leaned against the entrance of the packhouse, arms crossed, watching her approach. She was stunning, always had been, but
tonight, fury made her even more lethal. It made her even more appealing to my eyes.
“Damon.” She spat my name like a curse, her tone sharp enough to slice through steel. “What the fuck have you done? How the funk did you actually think to do that?”
I pushed off the wall, giving her an even look. “You’ll have to be more specific, cara mia. I’ve been busy.”
She scoffed, shaking her head as she stopped in front of me. “Don’t you dare.”
I barely had time to process the slap before my face snapped to the side. U
A growl rumbled in my chest, low and warning.
Lysandra wasn’t fazed. She stepped closer, tilting her chin up, eyes flashing with fury.
“I had to sneak out of my own fucking house to see you,” She is snapping at me as she looked me dead in the eye. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’m in because of you?”
I clenched my jaw, ignoring the sting on my cheek. “I didn’t ask you to come back.”
“No,” she snapped. “But you let them bring me back. And now my father is furious! He threatened to disown me, Damon. He is willing to do so because of you. He does not even want me to mention your name, let alone see you.”
“He won’t,” I said simply, prying her fingers off my shirt. “You’re his only heir. He’s not about to throw you away just because you couldn’t stay away from me. It is not like he hasn’t threatened that to happen before, and this is not like he didn’t tell you that you are going to be disowned before. And yet here you are, the second you ran to him. He opened his arms wide open for you
to come back.”
“I did stay away. And I was more than willing to do so. I was more than willing to stay the hell away from you.” she jabbed a finger against my chest “But you ruined that when you sent your men after me. You had them coming to bring me. You gave me an option. Either I came by my own will or they would have to carry me here. I would have rather not have them carrying me while
I flailed.”
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1 exhaled through my nose, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t my choice. It wasn’t like you were going to listen anyway.
Having the men go to you is the better option is the easier option.”
Lysandra narrowed her eyes. “Bullshit.”
I turned away, stepping inside. “Believe what you want. I wanted you to come back.”
I heard her heels click against the floor as she followed me inside, her presence just as suffocating as the conversation I’d had
with my father earlier.
“You let them take me, knowing my father would lose his mind.” She said, putting a hand on my own. “I’m going to go back. I
came here to hear what you had to say, Damon, but it does not mean that I’m going to stay here.”
“You are not going anywhere, Lysandra ” I said and she scoffed, shaking her head at me.
She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “And why not, Damon? With her being here, I’m not going to stay.”
I took a slow sip, meeting her gaze over the rim of my glass. “Because I wasn’t done with you. Whether or not she is here, you’re
not going to leave.”
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