Conniving Manchild

My hands balled into a fist, and it was only Blaise's warning presence that stopped me from flinging said fist straight into Damon's face. A growl escaped my throat as I glared hotly at Damon. At that very moment, I hated him with every fiber of my being. 

That bastard did it on purpose. 

This man was abusing his authority to send my mate to the borders, effectively separating us just when we found each other. 

"I'm going with Blaise," I said firmly even as my body vibrated with barely repressed rage. Damon only gave an amused chuckle in response. I turned to Blaise and grabbed his hand. "You're not going anywhere without me. I have nothing to pack― I can leave immediately."