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Lyla's POV

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"

His voice sounded as if his throat was about to be ripped off. I clenched the hem of his grey shirt that I was wearing.

"In the kitchen" I lied. Damon raised his eyebrow at me. I prayed he believes me.

"I've been to the kitchen and I didn't meet you there. Put on the fucking light, Lyla" he commanded