I didn’t speak. I just stared.
She stepped forward again.
“We go to the same school, remember?” she hissed. “And you think this ends tonight? You think I’m done? You don’t know what’s coming. I’ll make sure everyone hates you. I’ll ruin you. You’ll choke on everything you stole from me. You’ll bleed for what you’ve done.”
And that’s when Damon snapped again.
This time, he didn’t slap her.
He grabbed her by the throat.
One-handed. His claws retracted just enough not to cut, but the grip—oh God, the grip—lifted her straight off the floor until her feet weren’t touching the ground. Her hands clawed at his wrist, her mouth open in a choked gasp, eyes wide and panicked.
“Don’t you ever threaten her again,” he snarled, and his voice was so deep it didn’t even sound like a man anymore—it s
