Damien's POV
Amara was avoiding me. It had been four days. I noticed that she was trying to open up better now. She was always in the company of Valerie or Carrie. Even Klaus and Jamie sometimes. But not me.
I was not mad about it though.
Who was I kidding? I was mad as f**k, jealousy eating me up from the inside out. Each time I see her talking with them, being so free, it makes something inside of me burn. I could understand Valerie and Carrie to an extent. But how dare she prefer Klaus and Jamie to me? What were they saying to her that was more interesting than the things I told her.
I kicked the punching bag in front of me harder. She was making me irrational again. I was always in control. Of everything in my life. Except when it comes to her. She didn't even need to do anything.
