Damon tossed my gown to me, his face remained stoic, even when we finished dressing. I sat on the bed, tying the lace of the dress. "So you are going to remain quiet?" I asked again, staring at him from under my lashes.
I felt a little guilty for even trying to leave without letting him know, I knew he was worried and scared that I was gone, even afraid that I might have left him.
"Are you okay?" His hoarse voice finally said.
I raised my head to meet his gaze. The black dress he wore made him look more unapproachable, his killer eyes stared at me with a mixed expression.
"I'm fine." My voice came out weaker than I intended.
"You got your wolf back, I'm happy for you." He said, although he sounded sincere, his voice was distant and lacked warmth.
"Her name is Layla." I ignored the attitude he was giving.
