Damien’s POV
“O-of course not, Duke Damien,” the guard said, lowering his head in reverence. “I simply had not been made aware of those commands. Please, forgive my ignorance, Sir! I swear it will never happen again.”
The guard was practically trembling in fear, terrified of me and what I might do.
Good.
He should be afraid.
The fact that I had to step into this situation at all was annoying me, but what annoyed me worse was wondering what might have happened had I not thought to get some fresh air right at this moment.
This guard had been touching my pet. Perhaps I should cut his hands off? Would that be punishment enough? Or I could simply destroy him and be done with it.
Yet, before I could be bothered to tap into that power within me, a few of Rose’s discarded drawings fluttered
