~Bianca's POV~

Damien carried me as if I were weightless, slung over his shoulder while I beat at his back with my fists. The strikes landed uselessly against impenetrable muscle. He didn't even flinch.

A heavy mahogany door squeaked open under his free hand as the scent of leather, ink, and old paper harsh enough to sting my nose, rushed out.

I caught only flashes upside-down: the twinkle of polished floors, the bottom shelves lined with books, and the edge of a massive desk. Then he ...