the fierce enemies

★★★★

"Do I have to wait more minutes to get the answer from you about my sudden arrival that you asked for?" Cesar said, his lazy eyes half-lidded as he looked at Damon, who seemed lost in thought while having him in his cabin.

"Why are you so impatient?" Damon snapped back, his tone edged with irritation. "You were lounging in your chamber, and there was a time when I waited at your place for you to unload your troubles!" Damon rolled his eyes dramatically, reaching for the glass of water on the table. As he lifted it to his lips, a flash of memory hit him—Jasmine rubbing her lips with water in disgust. The recollection fueled his anger, and with a frustrated grunt, he slammed the glass back down on the table.

Cesar raised an eyebrow, watching Damon’s outburst with mild amusement. "Is something troubling you, Damon? You seem more on edge than usual."

Damon glared at him, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and frustration. "It's nothing," he muttered, but the tightness in his voi