I spun around just in time to see him stride into the dining room. He was headed to the center of the table—exactly the same spot I'd expected him to sit. My throat went dry, and I frantically gulped down a few sips of water.
How could a creature be so hot yet appear so powerful—my whole body was burning up just at the sight of him.
Get some grip Enya, you're drooling.
My stupid heart chose that moment to come alive and thump so fast, that I feared if anyone came close enough they would hear an earful. The closer Alpha Damon got to our table, the more my palms slicked with sweat and my throat clogged again.
I can't explain how, but I suddenly felt this strange sensation like I was a little animal utterly cornered by a predator, who wouldn't waste a minute to rip my throat out. I swallo
