“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.”
The fact that he’d let her hit him reduced the anger to a simmer instead of a hot roil under her skin. “I’m in danger every moment, in a myriad of ways. Simply being a woman would be enough to endanger me, far less what I truly am.” Her mouth compressed. “Go. Hunt. Find some thief, some murderer, some Wall street asshole with a soul smaller than a pinprick — or some innocent human on their way home. And when your hunger is sated, find me, and give me the details I will need to protect myself.” It wasn’t a request.
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll be back after a bite,” he muttered, zipping away from her. Three unfortunate bystanders later, Damon was sitting in the foreclosed house, feet propped up on the couch. He sighed and picked up his phone, staring at it for a few moments before sending the text.
Damon: I lied. I'm not coming back.Damon: To keep yourself safe, delete my number and forget all about me. But keep that necklace on.
[text to: damon] that’s cute. you think I can’t find you.
[text to: damon] were you this stupid before you turned or has it accumulated over the years?