My heart was pounding against my chest, vibrating through his hand. It's not about being scared, it was the moment's intensity that I couldn't decipher what his next action might be.
Would he pull me in for a kiss, or would he rip my heart right there so that no one else would have me? It screamed on his face as bright as day.
He held my eyes captive with that screaming look of indecisiveness. This man was mulling how his obsession with me would play out, and yet his oxblood eyes held the softest expression ever.
Damon Balthar, the man who didn't have a flick of emotion in him, had one now.
"I'll make you mine, Lou. Not like the gentleman my brother is, or the man of your dreams. I'm none of those things, and I'd rather become your nightmare."
"I hate you," I voiced without a moment of hesitation. It was the most genuine thing I have ever said, and I'm glad I did.
Damon smiled at me, his hand moving beneath my chin. "Hate outlives love."
