So she was using a spell to keep her from being compelled by him… and she’d been touching the necklace when she’d said it. Let her keep the damn necklace. It just confirmed that he would have to claim her the hard way.
Pushing away from the wall he turned, standing inches from her glass door. It took a lot of control not to shatter it while he watched her calmly brush her glorious hair. She’d told Micah that she could never like him that way, that she’d chosen a werewolf… one that suspiciously looked like the man down stairs. Was that what she really wanted? Did she need someone who didn’t even care enough to even ask her name?
Alicia caught Damon’s reflection in the vanity mirror and their eyes locked… his almost glowing with amethyst fire. Had he been there the whole time? Listening to
