At the exact same time that the residents of the Underworld were going through hell, Vicky was having a nice night. At her home, she was buried in Damien’s arms, her body tightly pressed into his.
“Why are you so happy?” Damien asked, his eyebrow raised as he hugged her back. He had barely stepped inside Vicky’s home, the moment he got into her apartment, she had rushed him and embraced him tightly.
“What?” Vicky asked, a smile on her face as she looked up to meet his eyes. “Can’t I just be happy that my man is home.” She quipped,
Damien smiled, a warm feeling rising up within him. He studied the beautiful face of the woman gazing at him lovingly. He raised his hand and caressed her cheeks, his cold fingers loving the warm feeling of her skin.
“No, this is different.” Damien said,
