DAMON
"She is not a w***e," Declan said. His voice had dropped but the heat in it hadn't.
"Fine," I said. I was done. I pressed my tongue to my split lip and tasted blood and looked at him standing there in his rust shirt with his fist still half raised and his chest heaving and I felt absolutely nothing I was going to act on. "Fine, Declan. She's not a w***e. Now get out."
He stared at me. I stared back. Then I turned away from him completely and picked up my phone off the dresser and scrolled to Talon's number because I had real things to do today and none of them involved standing in my room bleeding over an argument that had no good ending.
Ashville needed money. Not because we were broke, we were far from broke, but the kind of money required for what I was planning, the refurbish
