Demi’s pov
"What are you doing here?!" There was urgency in my voice as I looked around with panic growing in my chest, "Gosh!"
Eros stood before me, hands crossed on his chest assuming a predatory stance that I had seen before from Logan which made me want to cower but I stood still holding his mean gaze, expecting an answer to my question.
"Your date went well I suppose?" There was a devious smirk on his lips, and the mean glint in his eyes increased seeing the frown on my face.
I frowned deeper, clutching my fingers so hard that I was sure my knuckles whitened with the force. A force I wanted to exert by punching his perfect face and wiping off that arrogant expression.
"You reek of him, disgusting!" His nostrils flared picking up on the fact that I still somewhat smelled of Dmitri
