Page 11 of Fragile Twisted Vows
Definitely not afraid.
But, I’m not so sure he believes me. Especially when my voice cracks on the last word.
He smiles at me, teeth gleaming white. It’s not a particularly happy smile. In fact, it resembles a wolf baring its teeth right before it snaps its jaw on its prey.
And right now it seems that not only is Damien the hunter, but I am his prey.
I stand still by the chaise. The dark green, velvet fabric is taking up my vision and I let it practically swallow me whole. I keep my eyes fixed on it because I refuse to look back up at the beautiful monster who’s trapped me here.
“What, you don’t like my penthouse?” He scoffs in fake disgust and my fist balls at my side while the other presses into my throbbing head.
“I’d like it better if you would’ve simply invited me,” I hiss as tears start to well behind my eyes.
Don’t cry. Don’t let him see your fear.
“You know I’m not one for formal invitations,” he growls, and I sniff back the terrified tears that threaten to fall.
He’s right. He’s never been the type for any of the invitations my family was so fond of giving. He practically never showed to any of my father’s lavish and over-done events. I would hear Megan bitching and moaning to her aristocrat friends about it over too many martinis while I would draw in my notebook in the corner.
He’s also not the type to enjoy any bit of formality.
In fact, when I saw him in the store earlier today, it was the first time I had seen him look so sophisticated. He hates suits. Hates styling his wild, dark hair. Megan would bitch and nag about that too.
Damien likes to be wild through and through. He thrives off being unkempt and free. He’s not one to conform or be told what to do. Which surprised me when he married my older sister. She is nothing but control. All law and order. As is the rest of my family.
But I’m getting sidetracked here.
I can’t forget that this wild man not only divorced my sister, but he just had one of his men knock me unconscious and kidnap me.
“I’m assuming the door is probably bolted.” I sigh and he clicks his tongue at me.
“Smart girl,” he praises, but it doesn’t sound much like praise at all.
“And there’s probably a line of guards spread all throughout,” I say as I rub my forehead, trying to scrub the migraine away.
“You’d guess right,” he says, and I scoff.
“My father trained you well, I see,” I say with a humorless, clipped laugh.
And that gets a reaction out of him.
An angry one at that.
He gets up quickly as he slams his hands on the desk. A glass shatters on the floor and I jump from the sound.
“Let’s get one thing straight, princess.” He sneers and I want to roll my eyes at the nickname.
After all this time, I’m still nothing but a child to him.
“That man taught me nothing. Your family did nothing for me. Nothing but raise hell for me,” he growls, and I look up at him, hate blazing in my eyes.
“That’s a lot coming from you, Damien. They did more for you than they ever did for me, and I was their fucking daughter,” I say with both of my fists balled at my sides now as anger seeps through me.
“God, you’re just as spoiled as Megan. I’m surprised you’re no longer together. You really are the perfect pair!” I shout and move away quickly.
I rush to the door, not caring if it’s locked. Not caring if there are guards standing outside of it. If I die here, then I’ll die trying. I’ll die screaming for help even though no one will hear me.
Not like anyone ever has anyway.
