Chapter 3
Yvette screamed, “Damon!”
Ignoring the wound on her own forehead, she rushed forward to shield him and shouted at me, “Serena Hale, what right do you have to hurt Damon? The Locke family raised you for twenty years, and this is how you repay them? You ungrateful white-eyed wolf! Apologize to Damon right now!”
I looked at her acting like the lady of the Locke household and found it ridiculous.
I glanced at Damon.
So this was what he’d raised all these years—a dog that barked on his behalf.
Was he satisfied?
Yvette’s face went pale under my stare. Damon immediately pulled her behind him, just like he used to five years ago.
“Serena,” he said coldly, “whatever there was between us ended five years ago. I’ve told you before. The only person in my heart is Yvette. I won’t love you. I could never like you.”
He looked at me from above like a king passing sentence.
“I don’t care how you’ve lived these past years, and I don’t care how you got an invitation to sneak into this banquet. But I will never let you return to the Locke family, and I will never let you hurt Yvette again.”
Then he clapped once.
A group of guards immediately surrounded me.
He took a knife from one of them and said, “Choose. Will you do it yourself, or do you want me to help?”
I laughed.
Damon really thought the world still revolved around him.
I pointed at the knife in his hand. “If you’ve got the guts, kill me today.”
Then I stepped closer, one step at a time.
“If you don’t, it’ll be my turn to deal with you.”
Leaning near him, I enunciated every word.
“And when that day comes, don’t kneel and beg.”
My laughter echoed through the suddenly silent hall.
His face darkened at once. He was trembling with rage.
And looking at him like that, I remembered another day, five years ago, when he had looked exactly the same.
That was the day he used Ranger to force me to kneel.