Damien
Damien’s blood froze in his veins. The vampire looked… colder than usual. His eyes seemed darker and in complete contrast with his pale face.
Swallowing hard, Damien forced himself to stay quiet, to remember he was still the prisoner and not to react. Even if now he could find some reason into this man’s actions against Aneela, they were not on the same side. That man had hurt him too, made him feel lesser than the dirt on someone’s shoes. And he was the damn king of this place. The master who controlled everyone and everything.
“She was here,” Alexander said and it was not a question but a statement.
Curling his hands into fists, Damien forced himself to keep his mouth shut. Why engage in a conversation? Why admit the obvious? The vampire could sense Aneela’s scent in the air.
