“Well, you owe that much after stabbing me brutally on our birthday?” He winked, and I rolled my eyes, a gesture he clearly didn’t appreciate.
I couldn’t understand this person. I had just hurt him, and he was being so… nice.
Was it a trap? I was utterly flustered.
“Either I will tell Eva and your parents what you did after having too many drinks, or you'd better dance with me." He playfully put a condition in front of me.
It wasn't really a choice.
"What do you want from me, Damon. I am sorry, okay, really sorry. Please leave me alone." I pleaded.
"It's just a dance, after that I won't bother," he assured me.
"So, Will you give me the pleasure of dancing with you, my lady?” he asked again, though it was clearly not a question.
He pulled me back towards the grand hall onto the dan
