Chapter 44. Pretty Little Kitten

“Sarah!” Her name echoed through the house as footsteps marched up the stairs. Having been waiting for this moment, Sarah quickly sat upright on the bed and entwined her hands in her lap, choking back a laugh. The bedroom door slammed aside then the moment Damon stepped in and fixated that familiar glare on her figure, a giggle forced its way through her lips.

Lately, she’d been feeling like a master at poker-faces, but there were times just like this when Damon was just too funny without even trying. Was this really the same man she was scared shitless of before?

“I searched everywhere.” He gritted out, huffing. Indeed, Damon had just overturned every room in this house and still couldn’t find it: his favorite black shirt. He had it placed carefully on the rack by his door where it was always within his reach, but today, it was nowhere to be seen… and the culprit was obvious.

Sarah straightened up, nibbling on her nail as she looked away. “Hmm. You sure you search