Damian's POV
I clenched my hands and hit the surface of the table. The anger inside me seems to freeze as I stare at Leah.
Now that the source of my rage isn't someone insignificant, I find myself at a loss.
I want to strangle her, but I shouldn't. I can't.
I hope she didn't just say this to cover for the maid.
"everyone, leave this room," I bellowed and in a blink of an eye, the room was empty leaving just me and Leah.
I hadn't taken my eyes off her yet and she stared back defiantly.
There was no atom of remorse in her eyes.
There was hatred, tho.
"Why did you do it, Leah?" I ask, my voice trembling from the effect of strained control.
"Why, do you ask? Did you taste that extreme saltiness in your mouth? It's the same taste I felt when I discovered you had
