Damon mounted in front of her, staring and unable to move and say anything after what she had said. Deep inside of him, he was infuriated and his mind kept telling him to attack, destroy. But whenever he looks at Emerson, his hearts becomes soft and he’s unable to do much. He hated that he was obsessed with her and couldn’t control it. If he could let go of her, he would’ve done that a long time ago. He wasn’t good at tolerating impudence especially from a girl but Emerson has become his weakness and he couldn’t do anything about it. She was the only one that could tell him crap like that and get away with it.
He had his hand curled up in a fist—his claws cutting deep into his palm, he didn’t care that he was hurting himself. He’d heal within a blink of an eye. And the pain he felt when
