I just stand there, my breath coming too fast.
Damon’s amber eyes bore into mine, dimmer than usual. It’s crazy—completely, unforgivably crazy—that I’m this angry with him, that I want to throw something at his smug face, and yet, at the same time, I want to kiss the scowl off his lips.
My body is at war with itself, heart hammering, fists curling at my sides, stomach flipping.
“What’s it going to be, Claire?” Damon asks. “The airport or the police?”
“None,” I say.
“Good.”
Something about the way he says it, so matter-of-fact, so Damon, makes my gut explode. This isn’t about the TV. This isn’t even about his angry father or his jealous ex.
“You set me up, didn't you?” I ask.
“What?”
“You want me to quit.”
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What are you—”
“From the very mo
