Chapter 43
I felt a stab in my chest as her palm struck my face. I recoiled, stunned. "Peach..." I tried to search her face, tried to read something—anything that would tell me what was going on.
She didn’t let me continue. Her voice dropped lower, heavier. Like she was suppressing, holding back. It didn't make sense. "You have some nerve trying to touch me with those filthy hands," she said. "I'm done with you. I'm f*****g done with you, Damon."
I could feel the room spin and my body went still. I recalled feeling the panic, fear gripping my heart for a fleeting second.
Her words cut though, but I couldn't understand. For a moment I had thought she must have known about Jason's death, but I didn't think that was the case.
“I hate you.” Her eyes glistened, and then she turned before
