Damian strode forward with the measured calm of a predator toying with its prey. His boots crunched against bloodied earth, stopping right in front of Rose. She was still trembling, too weak to stand, too terrified to breathe properly.With terrifying calm, he slowly crouched before her—so close their faces were nearly touching. His cruel smirk widened, eyes blazing like twin coals as he leaned in, forcing her to look him dead in the eye.

“Look at me,” he growled, his voice carrying the ...