(Damien)
"Where the fuck were you?" I demanded as soon as I spotted Amelia again. I grabbed her hand and pulled her along with me, not stopping until we were somewhere private.
"Let go, I have to talk to Alastair about something important." Her demand made me falter, wondering if she had spoken to me like that.
"Did you fucking forget your place here, witch?" I snapped, feeling my temper rise. I wasn't in the best of moods. Her eyes flashed with anger as she pulled her hand away from me.
"My place? My place is wherever I fucking decide to be, Damien. You don't own me." I glared at her, not expecting her to snap back at me.
"I was worried sick! You and Sig disappeared, and I didn't know what to do, and this is the attitude that you…" I trailed off, realizing it made no sense to argue with her.
"That I what? Stand up for yourself because you're being an asshole?" she shot back, making me sigh.
