83. Be quiet

Dahlia Carrington

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When I was packing my stuff in fury and stomping out of the house, I never thought about where I’d go.

I found myself in the private elevator that led to Damon’s penthouse. A suitcase was in my hand and I had a duffel flung on one shoulder with a backpack flung around the other. When the doors to the elevator opened in his house, I stepped out, only to see him already in the living room.

As though he had been waiting for me, he stood up at my arrival. “Why didn’t you call me to come pick…” his words trailed off when he saw the things I’d come with. He cocked his head to the side. “What are these?”

“Uh, my things?” I asked sheepishly.

“I can see that, Dahlia. The question is what they’re doing here.”

My lips formed an automatic pout. “You said the offer was there whenever I wanted it.”

“Have you come to live with me, Dahlia?” I nodded slowly and a slow grin spread across his face. “You should have enjoyed your freedom a bit more. Do you know that we’ll live toget