"I'll kill him," Damon seethed.
His eyes were wide, staring into space as he tightened his knuckles. I chuckled and he turned to me.
"What?"
I shook my head and held his hand. "This is nice."
His gaze held mine softly. "What is?"
"I've never had anyone want to kill for me so badly," I admitted.
"He deserves to die," he said.
"He did die," I paused and stared at him. "I killed him."
I watched his face softly, expecting to see disgust, anger, or recoil. Anything to show he was ashamed of me and what I did.
My heart pounded loudly, wondering if that was the moment he'd abandon me.
I chewed my lip and looked away when I saw the hesitation behind his eyes. I
wanted desperately to know what was going on in his head, what he thought of me but I was too ashamed to look him in the eye.
"Hey," he called softly and held my chin.
I blinked.
"You did a good thing," he said.
Out of all the things I expected him to say, it wasn't that.
"What?" I was taken aback.
