Who are you?

"Marry me." Alina said softly.

Damien looked at her, "What?"

He really hoped he had misheard her at first because there was no way she was asking him to marry her. 

First she wanted him dead and now she wanted him to marry her? She was fucking delusional if she thought he was going to marry her.

He just couldn't seem to catch a fucking break

He thought things would be okay now, well - okay as they could be with all the internal conflict going on in the syndicate right now and now here was Alina adding more chaos to his world.

He felt nauseous with how confident she looked and sounded. It was almost as if she was sure he would agree to all this mad charade of hers. 

Alina smiled, her eyes cold and calculating. 

"You heard me. Marry me." She said in a low voice, "or you can kiss your little princess goodbye."