The silence ensued for a few moments as they stared at me.
Dror raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you dating Damon?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.
"Because he's the competition?" He drawled.
"Oh," I blinked. "You thought Damon's your competition?"
I busted out laughing and they stared at me like I had a screw loose.
I sobered up. "Damon is not your competition," I said.
Dror smirked. "He's the only one standing in my way."
There was a glint in his eyes I couldn't decipher. He looked too smug for a man who felt threatened by Damon. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looked…proud?
I walked towards him slowly, my eyes never leaving his. "If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I will find out the name of every fucking person you care about and sear his name on their foreheads with a scorching knife, then sever their heads from their bodies and use them as bowls to eat my favorite cereal," I threatened.
