Verena's Pov: Pixie
When we arrived at his house my eyes wandered on it's surrounding.
"Your room is besides mine and I already told Damien to buy you new clothes." He said not minding the drips of water all around the house.
"Can I change now?"
"You can wear my tshirts and boxer shorts."
I only gave him a long sigh but obviously he didn't mind me.
"I'm going somewhere and you'll stay here. That's an order." I watch as his blue eyes turned black.
His voice was so rough and soft. So composed and accented. So lenient in its delivery it slipped beneath my skin, melting the tension in my body like butter.
Yet resentment filled my heart.
Right, I'm stuck with this crude man.
But an idea pops on my brainy head.
I might try to escape rather feel sorry for myself later.
Damon fa
