“My Lady,” Damon said as he kneeled before Maya on one knee, his face looking at the ground, as he handed her the rose and black card.
Maya looked at him at a loss of what to do; she had never seen anyone kneel down for her. Her cheeks wore a reddish hue and Zander did not fail to notice Maya’s reaction to Damon’s chivalry. He grabbed the card from the golden tray where it lay and was about to tear it open when in a flash Damon took it from him.
“It is meant for the lady,” Damon said in an icy tone.
Maya’s heart was beating fast as she witnessed the hostility between the two men, she felt torn between them and could not decide whether she should intervene or let them be. Damon’s reverence of Maya softened her heart towards him and caused her to resent Zander’s possessive behavior. Zand
