Damon didn’t stop until we were inside our bedroom and he slammed the door shut behind us. The sound echoed through the room.
He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "I'm sorry, Kiara," He said, turning to face me. "I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault," I said, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You don't have to apologize for your mother."
"Yes, I do," He said, resting his forehead against mine. "She had no right to say those things to you. To talk about you like that."
I could feel the tremor of rage running through him. He was trying to control it, but I could see through it.
"You have to ignore her, Damon. That's what she wants. She wants to get a reaction out of you."
"I know," He said. "But it's hard. So hard."
He tilted my head up and
