Maya's POV
"Damon, would someone like to explain what kind of circus just happened in there? Actually, all of you—care to explain?" My voice trembled with anger as I faced the men, wanting nothing more than to throttle each one of them.
"Maya, I just lost my cool, okay?" Damon ran his hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "We're already dealing with Julian threatening Hazel, and then another psycho appears out of nowhere? I snapped!"
"And you think that's Stella's fault? Really, Damon? What kind of disgusting macho jerk have you turned into?" My voice rose with each word, anger burning in my chest. "And the rest of you? You ambushed her in a hostile environment and put pressure on a woman who's already being terrorized by her ex-boyfriend, and you still have the audacity to gang up on her like this?"
"I didn't say anything," Damian raised his hands defensively, like that absolved him of responsibility.
