Chapter thirty four

Damon's POV

"No, no. Don't dismiss me. This won't be like the last time, Damon." She said sternly, staring at me with something akin to hate in her eyes. "You already know what I can do, and that I wouldn't hesitate to do absolutely whatever is necessary to have my way."

I hated feeling threatened so I relented and gave her what she wanted to hear. "Fine! Just give me a couple of days to sort things out, and I'll get back to you. I promise."

Hopefully, that gave me a couple of days to figure out what to do.

"Tick-tock, Damon." She smoothly rises from my chair reminding me of a snake when it's unfurling from its resting place -quite an apt description-, and brushes by me intentionally as she makes her way to the door.

Double-checking that she was gone, I plopped down on the chair rubbing my eyes and letting out a huge sigh.

A short while later, a knock sounded on my door and Tristan's face poked in to check before entering and making himself comfortable in the chair opposite me.

"Damo