The trees blurred as our car sped through the forest. I looked outside the window, my thoughts distant and scattered. But I could feel a burning gaze on me. I knew it was no other than Damon.
"Why did you bring me back there?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Because you said you wanted to go home," he said nonchalantly.
"When did I say that?" I turned to meet his gaze.
"You were crying that you wanted to go home."
I closed my eyes to stop myself from cursing out loud. "That wasn't what I was referring to," I groaned in frustration.
"Do you have another home?" his gaze narrowed dangerously at me.
"No… No, I don't," I quickly denied.
'This dumbass. He took me home because I cried that I wanted to go home. That is sweet of him, but he misunderstood me. Who wants to go to hell?… That home was nothing more than hell to me.'
