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Damon opened his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and tappedignore.
"Even on silent mode that thing is a distraction," hesaid.
"You can answer it," Isaid.
"You're moreimportant."
Was he talking about getting me into bed, or was he talking about me in general? It could have been either. Knowing that didn't stop my heart from melting in my chest alittle.
But the phone continued to buzz. He frowned in annoyance and tapped the ignore buttonagain.
"Fucking telemarketers," hegrumbled.
"It could be important," I said. I knew that every time my phone rang it might be that dreaded phone call about my father. "It could be Ian calling, or something to do with theband."
Concern crossed his face. "Shit, you'reright."
The phone buzzed a third time. Damon looked at me once more, as if double checking. I nodded and gestured to the phone. He put it to hisear.
"Hello?"
The concern immediately transformed into rage. My heartbeatjumped.
"I told you I never wanted to hear from you again," Damonseethed.
He went silent, the lines around his mouth going tight. He turned on his heel and stalked into the kitchen. His low voice hissed into the phone, punctuated by moments ofsilence.
Worry filled my chest. It had to be his father. Was this going to set Damon off again? We'd had such a nice evening andnow…
After a few minutes of me pacing and fretting, I stopped hearing Damon's voice. I waited a few moments before gingerly tiptoeing my wayover.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen, his phone gripped tight in his fist. He was staring at the fridge, but it didn't look like he was seeing it. His gaze was hazy, distant. Almost blank. If it weren't for his shaking fist and darkened eyes, I would have said he was simply deep inthought.
And maybe hewas.
But whatever he was thinking couldn't have beengood.
"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively. "Whathappened?"
Damon's eyes darkened and narrowed. When he spoke, I heard the fury, the fear, in hisvoice.
"My father's atIan's."
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ipleadedwith Damon not to do anything reckless. But of course, this was Damon. He pushed past me and stormed toward the front door. I followedhim.
"What are you going to do?" I asked,fretting.
Damon yanked the door open. "I'm going to endthis."
Terror spiked throughme.
"I'm coming, too," Isaid.
"No."
"I'm coming," I insisted. "If you don't take me, I'll follow behind in my car like astalker."
