Aria's pov
"Alpha Damien, you're not a monster with fangs and claws, and you're definitely not the devil himself. So tell me, why should I be afraid of you?"
My voice stayed cool, but my pulse betrayed me, beating faster with every word.
Damien gave a short grunt, clearly not impressed by my calm tone.
His gaze stopped on the red mark on my forehead where I had hit the window.
It wasn't swollen, but the color still stood out against my skin.
Something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then he leaned closer and brushed his lips over that spot as if he couldn't stop himself.
The touch burned through the cool morning air.
His breath was warm, his scent clean and sharp.
For a second the world narrowed to that single point of contact, his mouth on my skin and my bre
