“Father believed grieving was weak and unmanly, so Damon had been the one to comfort me. He’d go riding with me, let me join the older boys in their games, and beat up the Giffin brothers when they made fun of me for crying about mother during a baseball game. Damon had always been the strong one, my protector.
“Rememeber that time we broke Mother’s crystal bowl? And I was so worried about how she would react that I cried?”
“Yes, and then Father decided I was to blame and whipped me and called me wicked.
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❝Hm, maybe something a little less boundary setting,❞ her eyes narrowed, as she threw out the suggestion. ❝… And, a little more freedom to do as I please.❞ Despite the light grin that wrapped over her petite features, they both knew that she was quite serious on the matter. Her thirst for even just the tiniest bit control was, no doubt, borderline on the compulsive.
“Well, considering there’s not only one person here now that want you dead but two, having a few boundaries is the least of your worries, cupcake.” Ending his dialogue with a piece of good ole fashioned sarcasm, Damon blinked. “Or we could say screw boundaries and I could just turn you back into a vampire—” As he pauses briefly, the vampire turns just enough to lead himself into the parlor. ‘“But that’d be a little too easy.” And, despite knowing that his suggestion was possibly what she wanted, Damon couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. Not when a part of him selfishly enjoyed her this way.
