There was no need for her to be so difficult. He came here, didn't he? Why was she even angry?
"I truly can't understand women…"
Lilith sighed, glancing at him where he sat across from her in the carriage.
"I'm not even angry that you didn't keep your promise to stay in touch…"
"I lost my pager," Damon replied.
Lilith frowned, then spoke through gritted teeth.
"You gave it to some orcs…"
Damon smiled. Right. She had his pager. Lilith reached into her cleavage and pulled out a device—specifically, Damon's pager.
His eyes narrowed, but Lilith didn't even look at him.
"One word about my cleavage, and I will continue to hold a grudge…"
Damon nodded slowly.
"Yeah… probably would be a bad idea to ask why you decided to put my pager in your cleavage. I've been curious though… do women have a secret pocket in there? …Just asking for a friend…"
Lilith gasped, holding back a desire to facepalm.
"You really don't give a damn, do you?"
Damon smiled teasingly.
