Isabella’s POV:
“How can I help you?” my voice strains.
Damien sat there with a single leg crossed over the other, head rests on his knuckles while his other hand tapped on the armrest. “What have you been doing these past few days?”
At that moment, I feel like a child being caught reaching for the cookie jar when I’m not supposed to. “Nothing.”
He growls, lifting all his weight and marches towards me. “Who is it?”
“Who is what?”
“The man you’ve been lurking in the shadows with.”
I shake my head and take a step back, knowing where this is heading. Whenever I’m with Damien, it seems all we do is bicker with one another, never upholding a civil conversation. Tonight, I do not want to fight with him. I turn around, ready to leave the suffocating room.
He grabs my arm and spins
