"I thought you were sorry. So, why aren't you answering me now?" Damien's icy stare bore into her. It was so intense that Katherine could almost feel her skin getting scalded. She darted her gaze away, suddenly feeling hot and more embarrassed.
She hesitantly unhooked her arms from around his neck, and she flinched when she heard him speak through clenched teeth, "Lower your hands, and I will throw you out of this room."
In an instant, she intertwined her fingers together to lock her hands on his nape and kept it there. If she could glue it in place, she most definitely would!
"Should I have not opened the door then? You're so quiet now, and you're no longer looking at me." He saw her close her eyes and purse her lips into a thin line. She was too scared to look at him now. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Katherine."
