Officially yours

Damien's POV:

Pavlov’s eyes were fixed on mine ever since I came to the church with a satisfied smirk playing over his lips. He knew what he did and he knew how it would have affected me but I was not ready to give him the pleasure he craves. I gave him a stern look before averting my eyes to look at the other guests in the church those who were murmuring quietly. All of them were wearing a smile over their faces but I could smell the hint of hatred and jealousy through them.

Acting skills are a bonus you receive when you take part in this world. My eyes ran across each face in the church, eventually stopping at one particular who had been staring at me the whole though I didn't notice before. I watched his eyes turning dark with hatred and I controlled my urge to roll my eyes at him. Seemingly Victor has noticed me staring at him as he forced a smile at me which earned a smirk from me.

'Why do I feel like that pathetic bastard is counting down the days till his death?'

I averted my g