Daemon's POV
"Fuck the goddamn people! I don't give a fuck about their saying,"
"Then what about her own opinion and feelings?" Does Sam always have to annoy me any further, he should be thinking of how to accompany me to that filthy pack to claim back what truly belongs to me and not here siding with them.
A low growl is starting to form at the back of my head, "Is not like she has any choice," I growled. "She is mine after all,"
"No. No. No, there you go wrong, Daemon," he threw his hands up in the air in disapproval. Do I now have to listen to him as well?
"I need you to know that this is complicated and violent is not the best way to resolve this," I glared at him.
"What?" He raised a brow after noticing the life-threatening glare that I was hurling his way. "You know that I am spilling facts here, bro," he adds.
"What nonsense fact because I need to get there and drag her ass down here!" My voice was deep and filled with sadness.