“Leah,” I said, my voice icy. “Leave. Now.”
Her smirk grew. “Make me.”
Damon glanced at her, then back at me, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. “Leah, just… give us a minute.”
She rolled her eyes, standing up but making a show of it. “Fine. But Damon, don’t take too long. We’ve got plans, remember?” She looked at me with that smug look, the one that made me want to scream. “Just hurry it up. I’m getting tired of waiting for you to make a decision.”
With that, she strutted out of the room, leaving me alone with Damon. I stared at him, heart heavy, but I couldn’t back down now. I had to do this.
“I’m leaving,” I said, the words finally out in the open. I’d imagined saying them a hundred times, but now that they were out there, they felt heavy, final.
Damon frowned, sitting up slightly. “Leaving? What are you talking about?”
“I’m leaving the pack. Leaving you.” I let the words hang in the air, waiting for his reaction.
For a moment, he looked confused, like he couldn’t comprehend what I was saying. Then, he laughed—an actual laugh, as if what I had said was a joke.