Damian’s POV
Bianca was still fuming yet helpless when I left her and moved to the door.
Nothing for me, felt more satisfying that anger flush her face, hit not being able to do anything about.
But, still, she had a way of getting under my skin that most if not all girls I've met since I became a Sinclair, couldn't.
She was annoying, infuriating and always bring a constant thorn in my side.
And yet, there was fire in her that admired in a strange way.
That feistiness of hers always kept me on my toes more than I’d ever admit or show.
Most women in my world fell into one of two categories, they either feared me, or they were head over heels for me.
Bianca did neither of that. She was different, not in a good way of course, but still, not in a bad way.
But, she was just a sid
