Third Person POV
Damian sits at his chair. He grips the arm rests tight, clenching his jaw. Before him stands Tasha, her hands tied in front, and blood running down her mouth.
His eyes are blood red, anger is more then evident in his perplection; He fuses and clenches his jaw as he slowly stands; slowly making his way towards her.
"Remind me again my dear, why I allowed you to talk me in to letting you be a part of this mission? Did you not say you would make sure that I'd have Selene in my presence by the time I saw you?" He lifts her chin up softly before him. Tasha's jaw trembles and maintains her eyes low, unwilling to look at him in his eyes.
Her whole body shaking in fear of what he may do to her. Tears roll down her cheeks.
"You gave me no choice! Did you?" She whispers, he
