Dameon:
The lump in my throat keeps getting bigger. I know I’ve upset her, but what I said wasn’t out of line. Raphael put some sick ideas into her head, and I can’t let her be tempted by them. I just can’t let that slide, I had to speak up.
That’s what love is about, right?
So why is she looking at me like she’s repulsed by me? It’s making me physically sick with worry.
The anger in her eyes is suddenly washed away by a puzzled expression. Her eyes grow distant, as if her mind is a million miles away. I realize that she just heard a message from her mother.
“What is it?” I ask.
She opens her mouth as if she’s about to speak, but stops herself mid-breath. She closes her mouth again with a little “snap.”
Great.
Have I just undone all of the progress I made with her over the past fe
