~Aria~

“Stop!” An unmistakable growl rumbled in the room bringing everything to a halt.

“Damon…” my lips trembled. My body suddenly gained energy.

“Damon…he attacked me…” Bertha whined.

Of course she was faking it…

But Damon's shoes stopped in response to it.

For a moment, I imagined him going to Bertha to console her.

I lay back, sad and disappointed.

But suddenly, I felt something like a shirt wrapping around me, and barely seconds later, I found myself in his arms.

His jaw was locked hard as he carried me to our bedroom.

Why wouldn't he speak to me…

Why wouldn't he say a word to me…

Why wouldn't he...