~Lyra~

“Stop smirking,” I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.

“There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like it.

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