At that moment, upon hearing what Rebecca just said, Damien slowly lifted his head and raised an eyebrow, his face tightening into a mask of irritation and disbelief.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery. The corner of his lip curled into a half-smirk, half-sneer, as if the accusation itself was an insult to his existence. "Do I look like somebody who would stoop so low to do something like that?"
His voice grew louder, sharper, as if the very air in the room needed to know he was offended. "I've told you already, I didn't do anything about what you're saying!" he barked, jabbing a finger in her direction. "So just get the fuck out of my house before I do something really, really mad at you something really bad."
