"Because, if you really thought my suspicion was genuine, you wouldn't have to prove yourself, you wouldn't have had to act. You would have taken action immediately, but what did I expect?"
Damon clenched his jaw. He could see I was pissed, he knew the extent of my pain. He had to feel at least an echo. How can he not see through his grief for Sera? How could he not see that it was tearing our marriage apart?
He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "We should go home," he said again.
"No," I said. "I want to be left alone with her. Please respect my wishes and leave me be."
"Kiara, it’s about to rain…"
As if to confirm his words, thunder boomed in the sky, making me jump.
I didn't care.
"Please," I said, pleading.
His face softened and he nodded, leaning in and kissing my temple
