CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN
“What is going on?”
Mara’s voice is hard.
Damien has me in such a tight grip that I can’t escape even if my life depended upon it. Damien just squeezes my hip in silent warning and it’s a physical struggle to not escape. He’s got one fist lightly resting against his cheek.
“You’re going to have to be more specific, Mara,” He drawls.
I can see Mara’s chest heaving in unrestrained anger and from behind Damien, I can feel Seth glaring at her, “Why – Why are you holding her like that? It’s disrespectful!”
I can practically feel the amusement dripping off of Damien, “Disrespectful to whom, exactly? Isabel is mine. I can hold her any way I want.”
It’s the way he says that, that blatant possessive ownership in his voice that makes me feel strange inside. My heart skips a beat and I can feel heat tingling in my cheeks.
Despite my wariness when it comes to Damien, I feel a sick sense of satisfaction on seeing the glittering anger in Mara’s words.