Chapter 2:
The Devil’s Mansion:
Scarlett stared at Damien's outstretched hand like it was a snake ready to strike. His fingers were long and elegant.
"I can get out myself," she said, ignoring his hand completely.
She pushed past him, deliberately knocking his arm away as she climbed out of the car. Her wedding dress caught briefly on the door frame, and she yanked it free with more force than necessary. The expensive fabric tore slightly, but she didn't care. She'd rather burn the whole dress than let it remind her of this nightmare she was facing.
Damien stepped back, watching her with those dark eyes. He didn't seem angry that she'd brushed him off. If anything, he looked amused.
"Fiesty one, I like that," he said, straightening his suit jacket. "Most women would be crying by now
