“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”
Damon sighed. “Do what you want,” he mumbled, looking out the window.
“You are the /worst/ goddamn liar!” Summer jerked the covers off him and fixed a hand around his ankle tightly. “Now. Start by explaining what the fuck is going on.”