Lyla’s POV

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?”

His voice sounded as if his throat was about to be ripped off. I clenched the hem of his grey shirt that I was wearing.

“In the kitchen” I lied. Damon raised his eyebrow at me. I prayed he would believe me.

“I’ve been to the kitchen and I didn’t meet you there. Put on the fucking light, Lyla” he commanded.

I turned to the light switch and fiddled with it for a while. I knew if I put it on, he would see the dirt on my body.

“Bunny, put on the light,” he said gently this time.

I obeyed without...