[Damien's POV]
"You fucking left a mark on her!!!" I roared as my hand reached for her collar, and I yanked her closer to me, with my eyes brawling at her.
She shook but my eyes never darted away from my fierce gaze.
"Is that what she said?" She whispered again with a wistful face as strands of tears dropped from her eyes.
But I didn't want to buy that. I was barely controlling my hands not to punch her face while her breath hitched.
"You met me fighting her but did you know what transpired? She burnt me too, but you went on to attend to only her!" Dayla cried as her eyes trembled, and her face was etched with pain.
My grip on her tightened as I gnashed my teeth, furious over everything she was saying.
It baffles me that she was saying that, and I couldn't breathe properly, not when Rosie was in so much pain.
"What? You're trying to make this up..."
