~Lyra~
“Stop smirking,” I snapped, my whole body trembling as I shoved myself up on the bed, my hands flying everywhere because I could not keep them still.
“There is nothing to smirk about, Damon. Nothing. I asked you questions. Real questions. Questions that mattered. And what did you do? Did you answer me? Did you give me even the smallest piece of honesty? No! You carried me on your damn shoulder like I was some object you could drag around whenever you feel like it.
“And now you think you can stand there smirking at me like you are in control? No. You do not get to do that. Not with me.”
“Do you want to know why I did that, kitten? Why I carried you on my shoulder in front of everyone? Because you talk too much. Too much sometimes. And the truth is, I do not want to get pissed at
