Fear marred Jasmine's face as she stared at Damon, who grinned at her. She felt a sharp pain from the mark and fell on the bed with her hand pressing hard on it. Damon rushed to her, his hands on her shoulders.
“Are you okay? Does he hurt?” He asked in a hushed tone that surprised Jasmine, who looked at him, confused at his personality swap.
“Are you really asking me that? Do you care?” She scoffed, wriggled her shoulders out of his grip and laid on the bed, her posterior facing him.
He was about to say something but choked on his word when the buzzing sound from Jasmine's phone filled the air.
She turned toward its direction, grabbed it but rolled her eyes as they landed on the phone, revealing its caller. It was her father.
Reluctantly, she picked the call.
“Hello, dad.” She mumble
