The loud bang of my door slamming open has me jumping out of my skin. A cold chill runs through me at the sight of Damon standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed on where Carter’s hand is on my waist. He’s so livid it’s wafting off him in waves. I finally see the darkness people talk about. His features are cut in cold, vicious lines as he stalks toward us. “Have you grown tired of living, Carter? I can fix that for you,” Damon asks him, his voice barely above a whisper, somehow making it worse.
Am I wrong if I- nvm💀
