C9 09

Lyla’s POV

Damon grabbed my hand suddenly, turning me to face him right in front of the kitchen. His eyes pierced into mine, taking my breath away and it was as if he was reading through my mind.

To avoid getting too affected by him, I closed my eyes. His grip on my hand was beginning to hurt. No matter how much I tried to remove my hand, he didn’t lessen his tight grip.

“You’re hurting me