Davina's POV

“I had things handled.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “He was about to ask you for some panties to sniff and a lock of your hair to wear around his neck. I saved you from becoming the newest pet locked up in his basement.”

“You’re jealous.”

“And you’re welcome.”

My palms itched with the desire to slap him. “Every time you open your mouth, I’m reminded of why I left. You didn’t have to step in. After the way I treated him, I could handle—”

“How did you treat ...