Verena's POV

"It's like you have another choice." Damon said while he is occupied on finding a t-shirt that will look presentable to me.

The door of the room swing open and Damien entered the room. His brown almond eyes swept the room.

He meticulously eyed Damon.

"I'm also invited for the suffer." He announced.

"Fuck off. I told you to buy clothes for her. And you didn't even had the balls to borrow from Rox." A strange light filled his pale blue eyes.

"Can you stop bickering Damon, I'll wear what you have."

"You should bathe yourself Verena." Damien's thick voice laced on my skin.

Screw it. I smell...