Nadja Demetriou
Damien's pronouncement echoed through the cavernous bedroom, each word a sonic boom shattering the fragile peace. "Found his mate," he'd declared, his voice a rumble that used to make my knees weak, now just a low annoyance. A moment ago, I'd been nestled against him, the afterglow of our encounter a tangible warmth on my skin. Now, all I felt was the sting of betrayal radiating off him like a cheap cologne.
Screw modesty. Clothes were an afterthought in the face of this epic douchebaggery. The crumpled silk sheets could stay tangled around his royal arrogance for all I cared. Every fiber of my being screamed to escape this gilded cage of a room, to put as many leagues between him and me as a dragon could fly in a week. Tears, a cocktail of rage and humiliation, welle
