Aurora’s POV
He was sitting on his horse in all his glory. The way his dark hair blew gently in the wind making it flip over his shoulder, didn’t quite fit with the deadly look he had on his face. He kept his eyes locked with mine. It felt as if they were searching my soul for something... Anything...
“And who are you?” Damien huffed eyeing him up and down, not showing any sign of fright. “This is personal business, and I would prefer it if you stayed the hell out of it.”
“Hell is the only place you’ll know if you don’t keep your dirty hands off of her,” he growled.
“You know this man, Aurora? Have you been seeing someone else on the side? You could at least have done it like Charlotte,” he snorted. “Take money for it.”
“I will say this only once more,” he growled. “Keep… your… hand
