For the past days, everyone had been walking on eggshells in the mansion and fear was the only thing they all felt.
The dining hall was quiet as Damon sat at the table, staring at the maids serving him his breakfast.
When they got done, he leaned forward, took a sip of the soup, and his face hardened.
“You call this food!” Damon screamed, pushing every single dish off the table.
The sound of plates shattering and bowls breaking echoed in the room, sending fear to everyone’s hearts.
With burning rage in his eyes, he kicked the chair to the floor and roared, “Am I paying you fools to serve me trash!”
Within a split second, everyone was on their knees, all heads bowed, and no one dared to gaze into his yellow eyes.
For a moment, Damon paced around the room, breathing heavily. Then he
