I looked him in the eye, eerily calm.
"Damian, call me cheap all you want. If I'm about to drop dead in the next second, tell me, did you ever love me at all?"
Damian had his arm slung around Camilla's shoulder. He stood up, slow and casual, with everyone watching. Then he jabbed his index finger into my forehead.
"Elena, look at yourself. You're a mess. When's the last time you looked even remotely pretty?"
I could barely process what I was hearing. "Say that again. I dare you."
He let out a cold laugh. He said it slowly. One word at a time.
"I said, you're a charity case. I wouldn't want you if you were the last woman on earth."
The words barely left his mouth before I lunged at him. Something red and blind took over. I wrapped my hands around his throat and screamed, "Do you even
