Damon’s POV

“What are you talking about?” I asked him, wishing he would just save me the suspense and blurt out the bitterness he had kept hidden in his heart.

“Look at me.” He hissed.

I hissed back. “I see you everyday, Hart. Quit the mental games we both don't have time for.”

He chuckled. “Who says we don't? You are unemployed at the moment. What better ways to spend your time than play a game I love with me?”

He was crazy.

And I was dumb for not having any idea of ...