Bianca’s POV

I couldn’t sit still, even for a single minute.

The walls of my room in Damien’s private estate seemed to press in on me, as I paced back and forth like a caged animal.

My thoughts refused to slow, spinning in endless circles.

I still couldn't shake the chilling feeling I had when he sat across from me.

Vander’s face haunted me, that arrogant smirk of his.

And that threat of his still rang in my ears.

Since you’d rather remain with the devil, ...