"Hey, what's wrong?" Kiara asked again.
Damien took in a deep breath, turning around again. He was about to tell her, when something caught his eye, making him freeze.
Her lipstick was smudged. And immediately, he felt rage course through his veins. Damien narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to her, roughly grabbing her chin, as he examined her lips.
"What are you-"
"Your lipstick," Damien snapped, letting go of her chin. "Why is it smudged?"
Kiara frowned, blinking up at him. "What do you mean?"
Damien grabbed her arms, pulling her closer to himself, as his eyes flashed red. "Why is your lipstick smudged?" He said each word slowly, looking her in the eye, as his grip onto her arms tightened.
"What do you mean why it's smudged? We were at a restaurant, to eat food. Do you exp
