"So tell me about yourself Damien," I'd said, looking up at him.
He grinned. "I can't."
"Why? You'd have to kill me?"
"Something like that..."
"I'll take my chances."
He smirked, twirling a lock of my hair with his finger. "I don't think you could handle it, Doll."
He had such an annoying habit of calling me Doll. I scoffed.
"I'm sure I can handle it! It can't be that horrible!"
His face was suddenly serious, his finger letting go of my hair. "You're right. It can't be that horrible. It's worse than that."
"It can't be that bad!"
His smirk returned. "There's a lot you don't know Doll."All Rights Reserved