CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE
“What did Fera do?” I burst out, suddenly worried about my friend.
“She didn’t do anything,” Damien responds. “But she’s injured.”
He picks me up as if I weigh next to nothing and then, tossing me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, he begins striding out the door.
“Wait!” I struggle in his hold. “Put me down! I can walk!”
“Be a good girl and stay,” he tells me, calmly.
“Don’t treat me like a dog, Damien!” I snarl. “Put me down or I’m going to start pinching your butt!”
He immediately stops in his tracks and his voice is suggestive purr, “Is that a promise?”
“Pervert!” I try to kick him but he immediately let’s go.
“Fine,” his voice is abrupt, his mood changing in the blink of an eye. “I don’t want you shattering my ear drums anyway.”
He begins walking and I barely manage to keep up, “What happened to Fera?”
“I don’t know yet. She’s being tended to.”
Tended to? By whom?