DamianI hissed slightly as I felt her fangs break the sink and sink deeper. However, I kept a firm hold on her waist as she sucked on my neck. I understood her desire and so I did not wrench her away but my gaze settled on Alexandra's sagged frame. She was massaging her neck before her gaze locked with mine. Her eyes blazed with anger and contempt.She heaved herself up and sneered, "Deal with her." And with that, she stormed past me. Once again, I focussed on my mate who had stopped sucking on my neck. She pulled away and fixed her gaze on the crook of my neck. I didn't say anything, giving her time to process her actions. Several emotions flitted across her face — shock, disgust, helplessness. She slowly looked up at me, her black lashes fluttering.  Pain and anguish was written all over her face. I cupped her face as she continued to stare at me silently. I felt a phantom ache, thinking that if she had been human, her lashes

DamianThe glass chandelier shattered on the floor, creating disharmony in the otherwise silent surroundings. But then again it mingled with my mate's cries of pain and anguish which in turn made me want to kill the one who was the root of her misery. Her pain-filled howls weren't audible to the other servants. I had predicted the Council's surprise visit today but they didn't show up. Keeping her in the attic room was primarily because of them but it seemed that it was a good decision for whatever she was suffering from. I had sent Andrew to fetch news but her misery was aggravating me by minutes. "Sire," Andrew called, drawing me out of my thoughts. "What news?" I murmured. "And it better be a bloody good one.""Marianne has received 200 lashes of the silver whip. Her condition is dire." His tone held a hint of contempt, towards whom I don't know but the news made me feel content. I nodded. "Very good news indeed. How was sh

MyraI opened my eyes to stare at a wooden ceiling of what possibly could be a carriage. My ears picked up the sound of hooves and the occasional sound of a whip. It was then that I realised gentle fingers carding through my hair and that my head was pillowed on someone's lap. I vaguely remembered the pain and my screaming after which everything else was hazy. I groaned as the carriage lurched slightly and immediately the hand that was caressing my hair, wrapped around my stomach protectively from preventing a fall. The pain had dulled and my mind cleared gradually. "Damian?" I called, knowing that no one else would tend to me like he did. No one else would dare to. "Yes?" came the soft reply. Something had shifted between the two of us. Even though we had confessed, we never got to talk about it after that. The rhythmic sound of the wheels and the hooves made me feel drowsy. "What happened?" I asked. My tongue felt too heavy for wor

DamianPocketing the note, I padded to the kitchen where Andrew had left some rations. I took the food upstairs and entered the room. Myra was still sleeping peacefully. I admire her sleeping form for a moment from the doorway. A slender bare arm splayed on the side where I had been half-sitting sometime ago, her lips slightly parted and her bare shoulder adorned by a few fading marks peek from the covers. Her skin looked pale against the dark covers. I lit a few candles to chase away the darkness, gradually setting in the room. I placed the tray on the bedside table and gently shook her awake.She blinked her eyes open, a languid smile blooming on her lips.  I mirrored back her smile and bend down to kiss her lips softly. "I brought food," I murmured against her lips. She hummed in contentment. She sat up, the bed covers pooling to her waist, I drank in the sight — her bare torso, covered only by her cascading brown tresses, her neck baring

MyraMy mind stuttered at the information. He killed someone? His friend on top of that? I stared at him for the longest of time as he averted his gaze and opted to look at the wall instead. I could understand that at some point he might have regretted following the High Queen's decision."When you...after you did that...did you feel anything?" I just wanted him to nod and say 'yes'. Even though I knew that the Damian before I met and the Damian now were vastly different, I still wanted to know that he had an iota of goodness. He shook his head slowly. "I wasn't so forgiving and neither I felt regret." I did not comment nor reply to this confession. I did not pull away from his grasp because I understood that if not at that time but sometimes along the way, he must have felt the wrongness of his deed. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked in a steady voice. He blinked and turned his head. "Because I want you to know who he is, Connor and