"So much for speaking like sensible men," Carlos taunted Damon as soon as he made it inside. One didn't need a prophet to tell him Damon's face was in bad shape.
However, his jaw dropped to the ground when his sister-in-law, no, Nessa came in after him - Thank God Damon couldn't hear his thoughts. What the hell was going on here? The question was written all over his face.
Damon had gone out to fight Luke only to return with his sister-in-law, erm, his weakness Nessa. Seriously, what was wrong with him?
The closest he got to a reply from Damon was the asshole smirking at him. The bastard loved the fact he was kept in the dark. Unfortunately for Damon, Carlos had better plans for him.
"Where do you want to sit?" Nessa asked, looking around the large expensively furnished living room like a mermaid who just stepped on land for the first time. Damn this rich boy! Why was his house such a big show-off?
