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Damien's POV

One could never understand or satisfy women completely because what on earth did she mean that I shouldn't leave when she had been on my neck trying to make me help Dorian out?

"What do you mean by you don't want me to go?"

She frowned at me, her mouth rested in a fine line. "You will go there to cause a fight."

I frowned. Why did it seem like she wasn't saying what she meant?

Giving up on understanding her changing mood, I just settled for explaining what was going on.

"The situation has expanded. Dorian cannot fix it alone."

This seemed to have the opposite reaction of what I had intended because Kiara flipped at my words, her eyes flashing with anger and fear?

"I don't care! You can't go."

I took a step towards her, my hand outstretched to placate her. "Kiara."

She shrugged off my touch, wiping at her cheeks, making me even more confused. Was she crying?

"You idiot." She swore then she looked away. "Just let him go alone. I'll take your advice. I'll stay in, I won't