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~Damon's POV
I scoffed loudly, slamming the door behind me as I stepped back into my room.
But the moment I stepped in, the air felt different. Heavy. Like a storm waiting to happen.
Kael was sitting on the edge of my bed, arms folded. Rowan stood by the window, jaw clenched. Belinda? She was pacing like a damn lioness, her heels making sharp clicks on the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?" I asked, though I already knew.
Rowan turned first. His glare could kill.
"Where are you coming from?" His voice was sharp.
I rolled my eyes. "Lisa's room."
Kael shot up like he was on fire. "You went to see that lowlife?"
I chuckled. "Yeah. I did. So?"
Belinda stopped pacing and spun toward me. Her eyes were burning. "So? Damon, are you out of your mind?! That girl is a maid. A human maid! And you're sneaking into her room?"
I leaned against the wall, arms folded, pretending like I wasn't bothered. "I went there to have fun. That's all."
