Damon scrutinized me eagerly, as if he were trying to decipher me.
And I for one grew aggravated by his mere appearance and existence, my inside revolting.
"There is nothing to excuse," he uttered. "But I'm quite curious why you have dived down the rabbit hole to...me. Did you have thoughts about our past encounter?" he asked, knowingly licking his lips.
I slapped him across the cheek, the sound resonating around the vacant courtyard and through the corridors.
When Damon turned, I slapped him again, repeating my actions each time his head spun forward, not once, not twice, not third nor fourth. Until my hands dropped to my sides, quivering from the aftershock, but I clenched them to keep stable.
