Chapter 31

(Lena's POV)

I heard Damien's footsteps approaching. I sat on the table, taking another gulp from the bottle of bear I held.

"Lena..." he called silently. How dare he call my name? , "Lena, you've had enough."

"No," I said, turning to face him. I knew I looked like shit right now; my light make-up was now a mess, as was my hair- as I kept passing my hands through it again and again.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he came closer. I chuckled. Shaking my head slowly.

"Yes, I am," I answered, taking another gulp of the beer.

"Enough of that!" he said, reaching for the bottle in my hands, but I pulled away.

"Don't you dare tell me what is okay for me and what is not, Damien!" I growled.

He was silent, and then, when I thought he would walk away, just like every other time, he spoke up. "You were there, right?, the footsteps I heard, it was you"

"Just so you know, drop the pretense. Yes, I was there; I saw you with Isis."