She didn’t love me. Damon pulled me away from her, shoving me back. “You’re drunk.” And? “What were you doing together?” I yelled, hooking my arm around his neck and dropping us both to the fucking floor. I swung my fist back and slammed him in the face again, blood dripping from the corner of his eye. Growling, he threw me over, straddled me, and backhanded me across my cheek. The sting spread across my face as I clutched his neck and squeezed his throat. “We weren’t doing that!” he shouted. “I’d rather screw a razor blade.” He threw another fist into my gut, and I shot out my hand, punching
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