Chapter 39: Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive
"And you!" she jabbed a finger at him. "You’re the only person I know here. You and your father. What am I supposed to talk to him about, huh? ’Oh the sun looks lovely today, doesn’t it?’
"I can get you a companion," Damien said casually.
"Are you crazy?" she shrieked, spinning to face him, eyes blazing with righteous fury. "What the hell is that even supposed to mean? A companion? Am I a lonely vampire widow now? Do I get to pick from a catalog of undead emotional support humans?"
Damien blinked, confused at how fast she’d gone from mildly irritated to a blazing tornado. "I don’t understand why you’re mad," he said carefully, hands raised in surrender. "I just want you to have... support. To help you deal with all that’s going on."
"By ignoring me? By avoiding me?" Luna threw her hands in the air, nearly knocking over a decorative candelabra shaped.
Damien winced. "I thought you’d be happy about this."
"Happy?" she laughed incredulously. "You thought I’d be happy that you’ve been hiding in here while I talk to walls and portraits?"
He finally got off the bed, running a hand through his hair, clearly distressed. "Luna..."
"You know what?" she interrupted, taking a step back. "Never mind. Just forget it."
"Luna, wait," Damien called, moving toward her. His brows were furrowed. "I... honestly... it’s been hard for me since Kyllian visited. Since I saw the way you were with him. Your smile was... effortless. Like it belonged there. Like he put it there."