'His possession was stolen, so how does that relate to me?' My pulse thundered in my ears.
As we made our way back to Damon's room, I had a foreboding feeling that this wasn't going to end well for me. My palms turned sweaty. The maids gave me a strange look, as if I had done something unspeakable.
When we reached the door, the soldier knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Damon's voice brought chills down my spine.
My back straightened; the tension in the air made it feel like I was found guilty and punishable by death. Cold beads of sweat formed on my skin. I closed my eyes before stepping into the room.
The soldier followed me inside. For some strange reason, it made me feel safe, because I didn't know if I could bear his menacing aura.
Damon stood with his back to us, his hands tightened around the edge of the table, his breath was ragged, furs rippling through his body, like there was a fight of dominance between him and his Lycan wolf.
