CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Damian’s POV:
What the f**k had she done to me?
One look.
That was all it had taken.
One look into those beautiful ocean-blue eyes, and apparently every ounce of common sense I'd accumulated over twenty-three years had packed its bags and abandoned me.
I was hers.
Completely.
Pathetically.
Irrevocably f*****g hers.
And the most terrifying part?
I wasn't even mad about it.
Bruce had been practically jumping inside my head the moment I'd walked through those doors earlier tonight.
Then Morgan's eyes had landed on me.
I'd frozen.
Her scent had reached me almost instantly.
And Bruce had lost his f*****g mind.
So had I.
One second, I'd been King Damian Khallowells, ruler of the Eastern Kingdom, perfectly capable of walking into a ballroom filled with hundre
