Abby The lock slides into place behind me from the other side of the door. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I turn and try the door handle, and that’s when it fully hits me: Damon really did just lock us in here. “Let me go, Damon,” I say as calmly as I can. “This isn’t funny.” “Funny?” Damon le
I narrow my eyes and take a step back in a desperate attempt to put more space between us. “I’m not pretending. I’m not interested, Damon. Now let. Me. Go.” But it’s too late. Damon’s eyes flash dangerously again, and this time, they stay that way. Before I can bolt away, he lunges forward and gra
Abby I feel like a fool for ever taking this opportunity to come here. Maybe if I hadn’t accepted it, none of this would have ever happened. Maybe I wouldn’t be locked in this room, maybe I wouldn’t be banging on the walls, maybe my friends would be safe. Hell, maybe Karl and I never would have
Karl The mansion is dimly lit and quiet as I slip in through the kitchen window; much unlike the way it was earlier when it seemed as if everyone and their mother was attending Damon’s gala. That could be either a curse or a blessing; if there are no guards, then I should be able to easily slip ar
“You snake,” I growl, advancing on Damon. “Set her free. Now!” Damon almost seems to shrink beneath me as I approach. My eyes flash dangerously, and his show nothing but fear. “I-I-I don’t know what that was,” he stammers. “The wind, likely, or—” “I won’t ask again.” My hand shoots out and I g
Abby “P-Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!” Damon’s pathetic whines and whimpers cause Karl and I to roll our eyes as we shove him into the cell that he built for me. The snot and tears running down his face just further amplifies his look of pure pity; like a child who got caught raiding the cook
I pause, licking my lips and swallowing. “But when I saw those two lines on that pregnancy test, when I saw the look of remorse in your eyes at the gala, and now, seeing you like this…” I gesture to his bloody abdomen. “I know now how much you care. The lengths you’ll go to to make me happy, even
Abby I step out of the detective’s office with a breath of relief. It’s over; well, the interrogation part, at least. With Damon under questioning, I had to give my official side of the story today. And I did just that. I told the detective everything from beginning to end—although, if I’m bei