Everley POV: "Everley," he said, irritation lining his voice, his eyes now angry red points, a low growl escaping his chest. Goddess, what was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this? He would at least hide his anger towards me, but it's like he couldn't control it. I continued walking towards him, a forced smile on my face. "Stop!" He demanded, holding his hand out, making me stop mid-stride. "That's close enough, Everley!" he said. "What do you want?" He demanded, leaning back in his chair. "Why Damon, I wanted to see you. I thought we could go to lunch," I said, trailing off as I caught a scent I didn't recognize. It was a woman's scent, and it radiated from Damon. "No, Everley," he said harshly. "I told you No a million times, I do not want you near me at all ever!" He said tightly. "Oh, come on Damon, we grew up together," I said smoothly, giving him my best smile. A frown creased his face. "It is out of respect for your father and his loyal service to our crown that I will
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