Emily's POV
The day dragged on, after the eventful Mrs O'Connor. I rejected Damon's lunch offer, so he went ahead without me.
As I sat alone, in his office, staring at where he used to be, I wondered what was really going on with the both of us.
"Let's go home." He said as he entered.
It was still midday, well, some minutes after.
The main man, the client who was coming in from the UK hadn't arrived yet, and he was planning to close.
"Why?" I asked, surprised
"I'm not in the mood for any more work." He replied.
"Well, I've still got a lot to do," I countered, "Sir." I added for the much needed effect.
"You stop working when I say you should." He growled at me.
Damon was vexed. If I hadn't initially noticed the veins that'd begun to pop a little too much, I noticed the slit appearing in his eye,how his grip on the table had begun to dent it, the smell of his feral breath.
"I'll start packing." I said weakly.
Damon made me wish I had my own wolf. I know I always never wanted to have anything to do with werewolves, even though I was born of one, but his control and dominance over me was making me rethink.
I didn't bear my name, Vynara, because I didn't want to be reminded who I really was, I didn't have a mark, so maybe it wasn't even my choice to make. Maybe Luna already made it. A wolf without a mark is like a man without muscles, well, just a lot more worse. Ideally, I belonged to no park, a castaway. No wolf would ever have married me, girls like me were born to be slaves. I chuckle at remembering how I once thought I'd make a good scientist.
The ride home was in perfect silence. Farh was surprised, but pleased. It was a short day for him. But Damon's mood affected all of us, so we dared not talk, not even as little as exchanging greetings.
Damon angrily got out of the car as soon as Farh pulled up in the garage, and stormed into the house, taking his phone and bag with him.
As I made my way in, I wondered where the attitude and aggression came from.
He didn't seem to care about my attitude earlier, so that couldn't be what made him mad.
"Wait up!" I heard Farh scream from behind me.
I stopped and wondered what could be up. He finally caught up, panting. I was in no better mood, and my patience was thin.
"What is it?" I asked the man.
"Whatever you do, don't annoy him further." He said, still trying to catch his breath.
"Oh. Thank you, for that." I said, weirdly, and made my way in. I didn't think I needed opinions on how to deal with him anymore.
If he really wanted to be my boyfriend and husband and mate, at the same time, he's gotta see me in all my shades, I thought.
Instead of going to my room to change out of what I had on, I went into his first.
I knew I was stretching my luck. I could smell it. But there's that thing about doing risky stuff, the more you're into it, the harder it is to back down.
I got to his door and took a deep breath. I turned around, and looked at my room, which was on the opposite side, just one floor down, where I should've been.
Determined not to think myself out of what I was about to do, I put my hand on the door knob, and turned it open.
I saw his clothes, strewn about. And picked up the ones that could've tripped me.
I didn't hear him, or any sign of someone being there.
I tiptoed towards his dressing room, and that's when I began to hear voices.
"I want her out of my farm!" He shouted, hushedly.
My blood ran cold. There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna!
Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan.
I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself.
"Damon's firing Zyna from the farm." I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.
Like Damon, he could be nasty when he wanted to.
Dathan took his pretty time before turning to me, or acknowledging that I was in there.
"I'll fix her up somewhere else." He said, avoiding my eyes.
With that, I picked what was left of my self esteem and went to my room. It's been too much meddling in other people's business for a day. But that didn't mean that I wasn't going to find out who it was that Damon was talking to earlier in the morning, it was just going to have to wait.
Then I heard a slight knock on my door.
"Come in." I answered, wondering who it could be.
"I'm sorry." It was Dathan.
"About what?" I asked. It's my time to be nasty, I thought.
"I can't do what I said I would. I only wanted you to get out of my hair. Zyna and I are, we're no longer a thing. She would have to see after her own self, or you could, better still." He said.
I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe that's the person I almost picked over Damon.
So he's the type of guy to change girls like underwear. "Why?" I asked the question I shouldn't have, for the sake of the 'I don't care' persona I was trying to effect.
"She's just like you." He said, smiling and crossing his arms on his chest.
Maybe a few weeks ago, that pose would have tickled some part in my brain, made him look more attractive and appealing. But this time around, it only made me more mad. "All these muscles, and you can't think!" I blurted at him, angrily. "I hate you. Get out of my room."
"I was out of line, I'm sorry." He apologized, coming closer.
"Get out." I yelled at him.
"No." He shot back. "Are you not tired of filling that part of you that yearned for me with unfounded hate?" He asked, inching closer with every word he spoke.
"I don't know what you mean." I said through my cracking voice.
"You do, Emily." He said, Dathan took my hand, and knelt in front of me. All the while, my heartbeat had tripled. What if Damon walked in? What would happen?
"What is wrong with you?" I asked him. "You get right off my friend and want to jump on me?" I asked with disgust, replaying that afternoon in the back of my mind.
"There was never anything like that, Vynara." He replied.
"Don't call me that." I said.
"And don't hold her that way." Damon said. Apparently, he'd made an entrance while both of us were too fixed looking in each other's eyes.
"Or else?!" Dathan dared, standing up on his feet.
"You don't want to know, little man." Damon snarled.