K I A R A
I walked out of the kitchen, a smile on my face. The smile froze when I saw Scarlett, and I quickly remembered how our last conversation went and her warning for me to stay away from Damon. She was looking me up and down, a sneer on her face.
"Well, well, well," She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look what we have here. The little runaway princess playing house."
"Scarlett," Damon said, his voice hard. "That's enough."
"Oh, I don't think so, Damon," She said, turning to him. "How can you play house with her knowing the daughter of the monster who killed your wife is sleeping in your bed? Or have you forgotten about Sera?"
"You have no right to talk about Sera," Damon snarled, taking a step towards her. "And Kiara had nothing to do with her death."
"Didn't she?" Sca
