Aneela
At first, she wasn’t sure she heard him right. After being forced to watch Damien being used to such an extent last night, her feelings about him and Roan were even more contradicting. There was no denying she wanted him, or that for some reason she felt possessive of him. Watching all these women taking and taking his body as if it belonged to them, all she could focus on were the ways she was going to carve their eyes out of their sockets for touching what belonged to her. She stood there in Roan’s feet, picturing how they all burned under the sunlight or in a fire she herself would ignite one day to burn this place to ashes.
There was some additional satisfaction Aneela got in her dark feelings knowing her reaction drove Roan mad. He was jealous of her for caring about a face
