"You look good in that dress sweetness, I knew it would fit your perfect body just right." His voice is deep and husky as his eyes flick from my chest to my hips and back to my eyes.
"I'm not here for your compliments Damien. The only reason you're not dead right now is because we need to talk. I need answers." I keep my voice calm, trying to ignore his repulsive looks at my body. He chuckles and takes a step closer. Instinctively I take a step back, uncomfortable at his proximity.
"We both know you wouldn't kill me, Meila. You're weak in that respect. You don't kill." He stands a few feet away from me, hands clasped and resting at his groin, dark eyes glimmering mischievously in the moonlight. When I don't respond he sighs.
"What answers do you need, Meila." His expression softens. Doe
