His Little Hunter
To think this was the same cold, brutal male who'd knocked me unconscious without hesitation.
"What would you like me to do, Lady Eliza?" His voice held quiet reverence.
Eliza's icy gaze locked onto mine as she spoke, her words sharp and cruel.
"Teach the slave some proper manners."
DAMIEN
I was absolutely full of barely contained rage as I maneuvered my way through the oppressively crowded club, bumping and shouldering into bodies as I struggled to make my way toward the bar. I had never been a fan of crowds, hated them, in fact, and much less a crowd composed entirely of abominations. Club Eternal, as the pretentious name heavily implied, was a favored hangout spot for the foul immortals t
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