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I'm already aware of this information. Damon mentioned they were nearly found. The back story is taking forever, so I push the tip of the letter opener into my palm to distract me.
"Yes, I know. What did he do?" I ask accusingly, getting angry.
Is she trying to protect our friendship? I love Damon like a brother but Avery is my everything—my life, my death, my destruction.
She glances up, locking eyes with me.
"When we were in the casket, we started arguing."
Still nothing unusual…
"Avery," I growl, frustrated. "What did he do?"
She pauses, the seconds ticking by. We stand in silence, watching each other until she finally breaks eye contact, looking at the wall.
"He kissed me, Grey."
My body freezes, an ice-cold chill rushing through me. Out of everything she could have said, that was the last thing I would have guessed.
I feel betrayed. Fucking deceived.
By Damon.
I almost want to throttle her too, except I can tell by her body language and pained expression that she's as shocked as I am.
We had finally gotten to a good place. I've been working hard to accept Theo into the mix—solely because he makes her happy.
But Damon? They don't like each other at the best of times.
So what fucking business does he have kissingmy girl?
"Please, say something."
Her voice breaks me out of my thoughts, a worried look on her face. Tears are pooled in her eyes, the gray orbs shaking with fear.
The fear that I'm going to leave her again.
"I don't know what to say," I mutter darkly.
Avery nods slowly, tears slipping down her cheeks. She doesn't brush them away, instead taking small footsteps toward me.
I can sense her hesitation, but she perseveres, desperate to touch me.
Her hands rest on my chest but I don't see her. I can't see the room at all.
All I can see is Damon's lips on her, kissing what's mine.
It's almost unnatural to imagine, especially since I've never seen him kiss anyone before.
I know in the past he's participated infunat society meetings—a means of release. But he's never kissed anyone though. It's not his thing. It's too personal, too emotional.
"I'm so sorry," Avery croaks out, the imaginary ripping from my mind as her face reappears in front of me.
"Did you kiss him back?" I ask, voice breaking.
She frowns, an agonizing expression staring back at me. "I don't know," she admits quietly. "It happened so quickly. I think I froze up at first. And then suddenly we were out of the casket."
"Right."
