Chapter 87: Dealing With Your Mate

Damon swung the bedroom door open and marched into the room. Aila looked up from her phone and at her mate, surprised by the bristling energy emanating from him. Aila arched her brow expectantly and waited for an explanation. 

Instead, he rushed forwards and picked her up, swinging her around until she next found herself sitting on top of Damon on the sofa, her knees on either side of him. Aila looked down into his molten silver eyes, "You had a long night, I see.."

Damon glanced down at the blood drops soaked into the navy top he wore, "Darren is just a tool for Lydia. She doesn't tell him anything of importance, but once again, he showed how much of a prick he is."