Tasha shook her head violently, hands shaking like she was about to lose control.
“You’re disgusting,” she whispered.
“No,” I said, “I’m just done hiding what I am.”
Her mouth opened to say something, but Damon’s voice suddenly growled low behind me, rough and final.
“That’s enough,” Damon growled from behind me, his voice low, brutal, and shaking the air like thunder. His fingers clenched tighter around my waist, like he was trying to hold me back before I went too far.
But I didn’t stop.
I turned my head, my eyes wide, my chest rising with sharp, ragged breaths, and I looked at him over my shoulder with the kind of heat that could ignite a city.
“No, Daddy,” I said, my voice sweet and venom-laced and soaked in fire. “It’s not enough. I want to make her understand. I want to make b
