Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Present
“Ugh, what the fuck?” I said, wincing as I sucked a drag off
my cigarette and watched Banks clean my wound.
It felt like I’d been stuck with a red-hot poker.
She sat in a chair in front of me, eye level with the stitches
and shaking her head. “What the hell did you do to this?”
“Lots,” Will chuckled, coming into Michael and Rika’s
luxury kitchen and rounding the massive marble island.
Just as I thought, they completely douched up the place. I
couldn’t bring myself to look at the rest of the house after I’d
come upstairs.
Banks dabbed at the blood from the torn stitch, and I just
hoped nothing inside was torn as a tiny wave of nausea rolled
through my stomach.
But thankfully, it quickly left.
Will came around to Winter’s side, who sat at the island
facing me, and lowered his head next to hers, whispering in
her ear.
“GGet the fuck off,” I told him.
He could talk to her. Just not like that.