Chapter 17

Lyla's POV "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" His voice sounded as if his throat was about to be ripped off. I clenched the hem of his grey shirt that I was wearing. "In the kitchen" I lied. Damon raised his eyebrow at me. I prayed he believes me. "I've been to the kitchen and I didn't meet you there. Put on the fucking light, Lyla" he commanded. I turned to the light switch and fiddled with it for a while. I knew if I put it on, he would see the dirt on my body. "Bunny, put on the light" he said gently this time. I obeyed without wasting much time. As soon as the light came up, I closed my eyes, ready to be killed or slaughtered as a sacrifice to pacify the god called Damon. "Is there mud in my kitchen now?" He asked and I shook my head. "I went out" I finally said the truth, waiting for his words. "What did you see out there?" He asked with determination in his eyes. "Nothing, I swear, I say nothing" I denied.