Third Person POV
Damian sits in his chair. He grips the armrests tightly, clenching his jaw. Before him stands Tasha, her hands tied in front, and blood running down her mouth.
His eyes are blood red, anger is more than evident in his perplection. He fuses and clenches his jaw as he slowly stands; slowly making his way towards her.
"Remind me again my dear, why I allowed you to talk me into letting you be a part of this mission? Did you not say you would make sure that I'd have Selene in my presence by the time I saw you?" He lifts her chin softly before him. Tasha's jaw trembles and maintains her eyes low, unwilling to look at him in his eyes.
Her whole body shook in fear of what he may do to her. Tears roll down her cheeks.
"You gave me no choice! Did you?" She whispers, her lip trembling uncontrollably as she tries to gather the courage to stand before him.
He smiles, letting go of her face, and walks back a few steps away from her.