They arrived at the manor in foreboding silence, Damien knew the girls were exhausted so he let them retreat to their chambers.
Rama immediately changed out of the dress and ridding herself of the make up and jewelleries, she freed her hair to fall loosely before slumping down on the bed with an exasperated sigh.
It had been a long night, but she was far from dozing off as her thoughts ran wild, she thought about Damien's strange family and his bloodline but then, her thoughts narrowed to Draco which unnerved her.
It hadn't been a wet dream, he had been on her bed, seducing her and her willpower to resist had crumbled with his commanding touch.
He was undoubtedly prompting a devious scheme which was unknown, but one thing was certain for Rama. He would never let the marriage hold.
She was damned, trapped in the devil's son's arms with no escape from his unbreakable hold, she would be his captive forever.
