"Of course I mean it, little thing..." Damon said, stepping closer to her. "If you can't seduce him, we'll drop the idea. I have another plan."
Hearing him, Kyra glared. "F**k you," she spat, then turned and bolted out the door.
Damon's heart sank as he watched her go. He knew he had pushed her too far. The desperation in her eyes had been clear, and he realized he had underestimated her.
Kyra ran outside, the cold air hitting her face and marking her tears sting. She didn't care about the snow or the biting wind; she just needed to get away. She couldn't believe Damon had tried to manipulate her again, despite his promises.
Her mind was racing, but she knew one thing for sure: she had to find her mates on her own terms, without Damon's schemes.