~Lyra~
Well, folks, you are not going to believe this, but apparently my life has officially turned into a messed-up daytime drama, and guess what? I’m the main character who did not get the script.
One second Damon is shutting Tasha down like he’s some terrifying but ridiculously hot courtroom judge handing out a life sentence, and the next second the front door swings open and—oh my God, you are not even ready for this—out comes Damon’s twin brother.
Yes. Twin. Brother.
Let me just pause here because I need you to feel what I felt. Imagine standing next to the man who has ruined your body on a private jet seat and made you forget your own name about three times in one flight, and suddenly, out of nowhere, another man walks out of the house looking exactly like him.
Same height. Sa
