“And I want to marry you,” he tells me. “Is this why you’re dragging your feet? My father?” I falter. One has nothing to do with the other. “That’s a private matter.” “You don’t talk even when we are in private. The only time things are good lately is when we’re fucking.” Damon shoves his chair back, making Banks and Ryen jump, and rises, scowling at Michael. But Michael is already on it, not bothering to get out of his seat as he glares up at Damon. “I was there when she was five and eight and thirteen, so you remember where you and she started the next time you want to imply you have any
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