''Rayven, please calm down.'' Damon said as they both entered his office. Rayven was near thinking straight. The way she looked at him like he enjoyed torturing those below him. He sat on one of the chairs trying to blow off some steam. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else apart from her.
Think of Hell, the bloody war you survived, why you didn't grow up with family? Your past sufferings…
Rayven groaned in irritation as her face filled with disappointment at him would constantly take over. She always drives him crazy! He tapped his forehead in frustration.
And you always encourage her too.
He slowly opened his eyes to look at his brother who sat staring at him in genuine concern.
''She looked at me as if I am the bad guy, right?''
Damon just smiled and nodded. ''I told you to let her be.''
