"Walter?" Damien asked, his eyes narrowed, as the previous shyness and awkwardness was now completely absent from his voice. His tone now had authority, anger, jealousy.
"Yes," Kiara replied, looking up at him as she stared him in the eye. "Walter. He's my date."
Damien pulled her towards himself, his grip onto her arm tightening. He leaned in slightly, closer to her face.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
Kiara held onto his hand that was holding her arm, and slowly pushed it away from herself. She then took a step back, before raising an eyebrow at him.
"He is my date, and I don't need to ask you for permission before bringing anyone here," Kiara said each word slowly, the obvious coldness to her tone making him flinch.
"Why are you speaking to me like that?" Damien said softl
