Damien picked up the lamp that was idly resting on the table, and threw it across the room, making it clash against the wall and break into pieces. His jaw was clenched, his eyes gleaming a deep red, and his fangs were bared.
"Just calm down," Xavier sighed, saying each word slowly.
"I can't!" Damien yelled at him, his voice deeper than usual. More monstrous.
"You need to get a grip," Xavier said calmly, as he plopped down on the bed, staring at him.
"I wanted to rip that son of a b***h apart! That weak human, how dare he even breathe in the same air as her?" He said in disbelief, now breaking a small show piece in his hands.
"So what if he did?" Xavier now snapped, standing up from the bed. "You and Kiara are not dating. You are not her boyfriend. Do you understand this, Damien
