"You're not fucking serious" Lyla screamed. "This is crazy. You're crazy"
She paced the length of the room, her hands fisted tightly by her sides. One look at her and anyone would see the rage simmering off her skin.
Outside was very quiet as everyone had already retired for the night as they spent time with their various families.
Damon stood in front of the mirror adjusting his clothes,as he barked orders at the two guards standing by the door, completely ignoring Lyla. "You'll be in this room with her and make sure that no one enters or neither does she leave this room" His voice is sharp and demanding. "No one is an exception. Not even the maids"
Lyla was about to attack him when she was stopped by one of the guards. "Let go of me! Are you being serious?"
Damon sighed, turning to face her,his jaw tight. "I know that you're not blind and you can see I'm in a haste. I don't have the time for your childish tantrum right now. My decision is final"
