“You are not going anywhere, Lysandra.” I said and she scoffed, shaking her head at me.
She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “And why not, Damon? With her being here, I'm not going to stay.”
I took a slow sip, meeting her gaze over the rim of my glass. “Because I wasn’t done with you. Whether or not she is here, you're not going to leave.”
Lysandra froze for a second before letting out a breathless laugh, but this time, there was no humor in it, just something dark and frustrated. It was one to reflect her anger. It was one to show me that this was not something that she liked and I knew that she was going to give me a fuss about it.
She was going to fight me for it and she was going to do her best to get her away and normally I knew that I would give it to her. However, to
