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I wished I would have had more time to ask Damon why he was screaming at me the way he was.
At his worst, he’s never spoken to me that way.
But that’s what makes him a man just like all the rest. His mind went linear, one objective, one thought … without concern for how it affected me.
I’m a selfish bitch for even thinking like that.
I know it.
My feelings should have been the last thing he needed to worry about.
Not when faced with a monster.
I remember that man from the governor’s party. He stood with a group of other old men, all of their sick stares pinned on me like I was the night’s entertainment.
A chill ran down my spine at the sight of them, and I hurried away to go someplace they couldn’t see me.
They were the type of men my mother always warned me about.
Seeing Damon’s reaction to the one who showed up at his house didn’t surprise me. I was right about just what type of man he is.
The worst kind.
His linear thinking aimed directly at all the ways he can hurt people.
All those thoughts return as I drive into work, my hands tight over the steering wheel again. Every question, every worry, but within them there is a spark of hope:
I may see him again.
Tonight.
At Myth, where he always comes to find me.
Those thoughts—and that hope—are running through my head with all the rest, colliding and bouncing, until I arrive at work and let the music steal me away.
Once in my cage and the beat takes over, I don’t think about why Damon would strip me naked on his counter, make me feelsomethingfor once, then tell me to get the fuck out of his house when he’s done.
Hell, within the music, I don’t have to wonder if he was lying about the deal or if he’ll ever show up to get his truck.
But it’s only momentary tonight, the thoughts rushing back, bouncing off each other until colliding with darker ones I don’t want to acknowledge.
Whoever that man was at Damon’s door must be a part of the nightmares that haunt him. I recognized Damon’s anger as soon as it erupted and knew I didn’t want to hang around after Damon pinned that man to a wall to witness what happened.
Call me a coward, or call me smart, but when a storm brews that intensely, nothing good will come from it.
I barely know Damon.
And I didn’t want to be there as much as Damon didn’t want me there.
The music soothes me. That freedom I find within it. But the freedom is only fleeting until the thoughts return, and I open my eyes to scan the second floor hoping to lock my stare with familiar amber eyes.
Hours go by, the night getting late until it’s one in the morning. Last call is an hour away.
He’s not coming…
Something bad happened…
He was lying about the deal…
