I should’ve run.
I should’ve run the second she said “f**k you, Dad.”
But I didn’t.
Because I was frozen.
Because my legs weren’t working.
Because my brain wasn’t working.
Because when she said it—orgy—my stomach dropped like I’d been pushed off a cliff. And my heart? It was straight-up punching me in the ribs. Like boom. Boom. Boom. b***h are you hearing this?
Damon didn’t move at first.
That was the scariest part.
He just… stopped.
Not like paused. Not like thinking. More like calculating murder.
And I could feel the shift in the air. You know when someone’s about to explode, but they’re holding it in so tight the whole room starts to shake with silence? That was Damon. Still. Rigid. His eyes locked on her like he couldn’t believe what she’d just said. Like she’d spat in his f
