#Chapter 8 What a Lovely Lunch Date

I had been monumentally stupid. Since Damian had accepted our Bond in the sacred ceremony and I wasn’t able to cut it off entirely, he had access to me through it. It wasn’t as powerful as a Bond accepted by both parties, but it was enough. Of course, now that I knew this I couldn’t leave the Bond active. The last thing I wanted was to have Damian still clinging to me, ready to violate my very thoughts whenever he damn well pleased. He didn’t deserve the honor, and he wasn’t worth the risk. So I agreed to meet him. I had no choice; I needed him to break the Bond off on his end, since I couldn’t do it on mine. The biggest concern was what he wanted in return. When I walked into the restaurant (the one where we had our first date, that fucker) I wasn’t even all that surprised to find Louisa sitting there too. She looked up at me smugly. I just sat down silently. I wasn’t here for her. “What do you want?” I asked bluntly. Damian chuckled, and I seethed. He had the upper han