Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

He headbutted my nose, and I grunted, tears springing to my eyes. “Goddammit, D!” I growled. “Shit.” I struggled against his hold, trying to check for blood, but he wouldn’t let me go. “You gonna stop now?” he demanded. “I’m not in the fucking mood tonight, and neither is she. We’ve been through hell, and not everything is about you.” “Is it ever?” I opened my eyes, looking at him through the blur. I wasn’t the leader. I wasn’t the brains. I wasn’t the passion. My friends wouldn’t be any less strong without me. I had one thing I really liked. One thing that drove me to try. One thing that made me feel like a man. Damon hovered over me, searching my eyes, and I could see the red in his, too. What the fuck happened tonight? Dropping his forehead to mine, he released my hands, our chests rising and falling in sync. “Bad shit happened,” he whispered. “And I can’t talk about it, but you’re my best friend, so don’t ever forget it.” His breath warmed my mouth, and I felt him try to hold back a sob as his eyes closed and he struggled. “I need you,” he murmured. “You don’t know how much we all need you.” I bit the corner of my mouth to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes stung.