Page 82 of Psychopath

Quinn put his cupcake back onto the plate. The candle went out.

“I got rid of it.”

Damon frowned at the cupcake, then sneered at Quinn. “What the hell do you mean, you got rid of it?”

“I told you to collect it several times, and you refused.”

“So you threw it all away?”

“I gave it to charity.”

“That’s worse!”

Quinn shook his head. “Trust you to think that’s worse.”

“You had no right to do that,” Damon snapped. “They were my belongings.” He placed his hands on his hips and glanced around the kitchen. There were a few birthday cards propped up on the table.

“It’s your birthday.”

“Yes.”

Damon smirked at the single cupcake. “That’s just sad.”

“Look, I gave your things to the Oxfam on Green Street. There might be some things left.”

“I have to buy back my own things?” Damon shook his head. “What about that?” he said, pointing to one of the fridge magnets.

Damon had bought it for Valentine’s day, a heart with their names engraved inside. Quinn had forgotten all about it until Damon drew attention to it.

Quinn pulled the offending magnet off the fridge. “Have it.”

Damon snatched it and shoved it in his pocket. “And I’m pretty sure I paid for the kettle.”

“Then have the kettle,” Quinn said, unplugging it from the wall.

Damon didn’t take it. He turned his focus to Mars, who hadn’t moved from his favourite kitchen chair. His tail swung back and forth, displaying his agitation, and he flicked it with more venom when he noticed Damon staring at him.

“What about him?”

“Mars?” Quinn shook his head. “What about him?”

“We decided to get a cat. We chose him.”

“You’re not taking him.”

“How is that fair?”

Damon took a step towards Mars.

“This is his home,” Quinn growled back, matching Damon’s step.

“It was my home before you kicked me out.”

“I never kicked you out.”

Damon held his hands out. “So, I can still stay here then? It’s still my home?”

“No, but it is Mars’s.”

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