 49% Dalmatian | | 51% Human
"Ask your mother, not me." Damon lifted Lucas slightly so he could sit up and sat Lucas to the right of him, "You don't like him either?" He would've smiled, but he had no right to, "I mean, you know him better than me... and the only reason I don't like him is because... Well, I'm sure you know."
Brodie swung one of the two of the front doors open, letting it slam into the wall, "Damon! We need to have a word." His voice was singed with hatred
"Speak of the devil..." He sighed, not turning to him. |