Damian’s POV

Bianca was still fuming yet helpless when I left her and moved to the door.

Nothing for me, felt more satisfying that anger flush her face, hit not being able to do anything about.

But, still, she had a way of getting under my skin that most if not all girls I've met since I became a Sinclair, couldn't.

She was annoying, infuriating and always bring a constant thorn in my side.

And yet, there was fire in her that admired in a strange way.

That feistiness of hers ...