When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Tyler's POV The rogue claimed, "I was sent by Damian to keep an eye on her," beads of sweat forming on his forehead. With a sly grin, I leaned in closer, my eyes narrowing into predatory slits. "Watch her, huh? You're not exactly the stealthy type, mate." I circled the cell leisurely, reveling in the rogue's growing unease. "Danielle," I repeated, as if the name carried a weight only I could understand. "And what does Damian want with her? Spit it out, or this is going to get much messier than it already is." The rogue, fear etched across his face, stammered, "A ritual, that's all I know! I swear!" His desperate plea fell on deaf ears. My smirk widened, the sadistic pleasure evident in my gaze. "Well then," I mused, my tone dripping with mock sympathy, "I suppose there's no more need