“I get it, we started off on the wrong foot,” he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble that seemed to wrap around me.
He walked towards the cake and cut a small piece. Well, the cake was so tempting I couldn’t move my head, and he fed me. Still stunned at the way he responded to my slap….. by feeding a piece of cake.
Was that a peace offering?
“Let’s just forget the past and start fresh, okay? I’m Damon. Damon Knight.”
Damon Knight. The name echoed in my mind, a sudden, chilling recognition.
I am so doomed.
Bran’s frantic warnings, his frantic blabbering that night, flooded my memory. Damon Knight, the name synonymous with danger, with power, with a reputation that preceded him in the most notorious circles. It couldn’t be. This man, the one who had just assaulted me, the one who h
