I opened my mouth to explain, but Damian cut me off.
Frowning, his sharp brows knitted in frustration as he said, “She’s just a pathetic leech. Get her out of here; she’s not worth your attention.”
A leech?
I could feel the disdain in every gaze that turned my way, judgment dripping from their stares.
Harriet's POV
Right, who would ever take a “clingy leech” seriously?
But I wasn’t one.
Damian and I met during a club activity in college.
I’d just finished practicing my Mixed Martial Arts and was starving, so I sneaked some snacks from my roommate’s stash. When she found out, she teased me and said I had to call her “Master” to make up for it.
It was all harmless fun between roommates, so I didn’t think much of it and actually went along with it, calling her “Master.”
That’s when Damian stepped in, defending me. He said it wasn’t right to pick on someone just because they seemed poor. Then he turned to me and scolded me for taking someone else’s food.
He was the type who loved being the righteous guy, always standing up for what was fair.