CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO
The silent is deadly and I look up to see Damien standing in the doorway.
He has the same lazy expression on his face, but his eyes, his eyes are different.
I always thought that Damien had an obvious streak of cruelty in him but right now, I can see it in a way that makes my skin crawl in fear.
There is something inhumane in his eyes, this lack of care for any living thing.
“You should remove your hands from my woman, Latlin, or I’ll be removing your hands and those of your entire line, along with other very crucial body parts.”
Latlin is frozen, “H-How? How are you here? How are you alive?”
“My mate, please” Damien says, patiently.
However, Latlin’s hand tightens around my neck and I gasp for air.
“You – You’d better do what we tell you to,” his voice is unsteady, filled with fear, “or we’ll kill your mate!”
“You’ll kill her?” Damien smiles but his eyes are flashing in a way that makes my heart nearly stop.