Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Motherfucker. GGoddamn him. Where was he? I searched
with my hands. Where did he go?
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Ethan asked, coming to
my side.
But I just grabbed onto his sweatshirt, fisting it as I
breathed hard.
If Ethan didn’t see him, he was already gone through the
exit on the other side of the bathroom.
I shook my head, trying to calm down.
I’d relaxed. Like an idiot, for five minutes, I’d relaxed, and
he never did. He would always be at the ready.
“Just get me out of here,” I told Ethan. “Right now.”
“What about the Band-Aid?”
“Now!” I cried out.
And he didn’t need to hear anymore. Pulling me off the
counter, he took my hand, and we left the theater as quickly as
possible.
I let Ethan take me home, followed closely by my driver, I was
sure. Even though I had transportation at my disposal, I
couldn’t stomach anything to do with Damon. I got in Ethan’s
car, told my driver to “go to hell” when he protested, and we
left.
Once Ethan dropped me off and left, albeit with some
hesitation, I walked into the house, Mikhail trotting up to greet
me and hearing my mother’s voice coming from the dining
room.
I leaned down to pet him and give him a kiss. “Feed you in
a minute, boy.”
Walking into the dining room, I felt their footsteps and
heard pages flipping from the dining table.