"It won't be any fun if I just granted you her freedom without something in return, how about... The wedding should commence within two weeks. I'll let her go if you manage to mark her before then." A devilish grin split his lips open after he spoke, while Damien retained a grim expression, his face darkening in every second.
"You claim hatred towards your father, yet you act exactly like him!" Damien spouted between gritted teeth, as he pinched between his furrowed brows in frustration.
"what do you expect? After all, I'm the devil's son." He drawled, an ominous intensity hanging on his words.
"I haven't proposed yet and don't you think two weeks is barely enough?" Damien snarled as he sprouted up on his feet, anger rippling in his glowing red eyes as he clenched his fists into a tight ball.
"A wedding can be prepared within a day in the castle." Draco breathed out neutrally.
