Chapter 150

Lyra

“Excuse me?” I said again, louder this time, because it was finally sinking in that this man had the audacity—the actual nerve to grab me like that, to talk to me like that, to bring up what happened with Damon as if it was some kind of punchline while standing there acting like the king of the entire universe.

And that was it. That was the moment everything boiled over.

I smacked his hand off my waist so hard the slap echoed like a gunshot.

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, my voice shaking so hard it didn’t even sound like me anymore. “What is wrong with you, Daren? Seriously, what the hell is your problem?”

He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just stood there, calm as anything, which only made me talk more because my brain and my mouth were completely out of control now.

“I mean, what is your deal?” I demanded, throwing my hands up because I had too many feelings and nowhere to put them. “You walk around this house like you own it, l