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~Damon's POV
I stood there, staring at Belinda after what she'd just said, her words echoing in my head.
Your brothers already broke the rules for me… why can't you?
My jaw tightened. I didn't trust myself to answer her without saying something I'd regret, so I just kept staring at her for a long moment, my eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, I turned and walked to the door.
"Damon…" she called after me, but I didn't stop.
I stepped into the hallway, my boots heavy against the floor, anger tightening every muscle in my body. I didn't even look at the guards stationed by her door. "I'm done here," I muttered, and kept walking.
The corridors felt colder as I made my way toward our shared living quarters. My thoughts were a mess, my temper burning hotter with each step.
When I finally reached the door to our room, I pushed it open without knocking.
