Astrid's POV
"What the hell happened here?" Damien repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.
My lips parted, but no words came out.
"Just answer me. What happened here?" he shouted, and I jumped.
"Uh, the thing is, I just, uh," I stammered, unable to find the right words to pacify him. "I just couldn’t eat all the food so I—"
"Did you have a party in my house?" he cut me off.
A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "So what? You’re already trying to get me riled up?"
Why the hell would he think that way? I mean, I knew the kitchen and dining room did look scattered and dirty, but wasn’t he just overreacting?
"No, I didn’t," I explained defensively. "I just didn’t want to waste the food, so I told the maids and guards to eat. It wasn't much though." I added, knowing he could
