He groaned loudly. “Stop being a f*****g child; you need to eat.” He snapped.
I looked up, meeting his gaze and glared daggers at him, then threw my book at him, but of course, he caught it.
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Throwing s**t at me now? You are a f*****g child.” He tossed the book down on the floor.
I got off the bed and stood to my feet. Then, looking down at the nightstand and I grabbed the lamp. I knew I was acting slightly childish, but at this moment, I was so furious with Damon that I just didn’t care.
He narrowed his eyes at me in warning. “Don’t you f*****g dare, Amelia.”
I ripped it out from the wall and was about to throw it at him when suddenly he was in front of me. Damon grabbed the lamp from me and threw it across the room, shattering it to pieces. He stood the
