K I A R A
My white paws pounded on the wet floor, my claws digging into the soil as I ran back to the house. My fur was matted and soaked from the rain.
I was having a bad feeling, the same feeling I had when I left the dining room. Something was wrong. Damon had been too calm. Too suspicious. He was definitely up to something.
And truly, I was right because I Damon was in fact, going through my phone.
"Am I not allowed to look at my wife's phone now?" He asked, holding it up with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was angry. He was very very angry. "You know, I have to check to know if some men are hitting on my wife."
My heart sank as I looked at the phone in his hand. I couldn't let him see those messages. If my father found out, he would kill my grandmother.
"Give it to
