Chapter Eight

Hunter

"I can't stand her!" I hissed angrily as soon as I walked into Damon's office.

"You can't stand who?" Damon asked, wearing a confused expression on his face.

"Care to guess?" I retorted, and he sighed.

"Could you at least get a name?" he asked, and I threw him a mock annoyed glare.

"If I was able to get anything out of that brat, I wouldn't be this upset right now, but she refused to say anything. The only thing she ended up doing was provoking me, and I swear, I'm this close to pulling her head off her neck," I answered, and something about what I said seemed to have sounded funny because it got Damon laughing.

"I don't recall saying anything that you should be finding funny at all, so what exactly is making you laugh?" I asked, not bothering to hide the fact that I was irritated at the moment.

As it is, I was already in a very terrible mood, and anything could trigger my anger at this point, so I did not expect Damon to do anything that he knew would trigger me because