Damon’s jaw tightened as his eyes flashed, the storm inside him still alive and clawing for release. “Not now, kitten,” he said, his tone clipped and harsh, the words slicing through the tension. “I will grab the bags. Just go inside.”
“No, Damon!” I screamed, my tears turning into heat, anger pouring into my voice until my throat ached. “f**k you! Talk to me! Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you let me know about him? About them? About your family? You must have your f*****g reason, so say it to me, Damon. Say it!”
His head snapped toward me, his wolf rumbling beneath his skin as he growled low enough to shake the air between us. “Do not get me pissed, kitten. And do not use the f word on me.”
My heart hammered so violently I thought I would collapse, but I refused to step back.
