"Well, doesn't that sound striking?" Damien asked an amused expression on his face, his eyes still not leaving his mate.
The other elders were trembling in their seats, finding it difficult to even move a limb under the pressure of the golden-haired intense glare. Bridgette's eyes started closing slowly as she started breathing her last shallow breaths.
"You know, he could have killed her within milliseconds, but he wants her to suffer, he is torturing her, he is not just doing this because the halfwitted moron decided to attack me but also because he felt like his mother's safety was threatened, no?" Damien stated flatly, finally sparing Monica a glance.
"It is okay, River" Damien muttered, not waiting for a response from Monica. Receiving no response from his mate, Damien took a step closer to his mate and placed a hand on his mate's shoulder, muttering once more.
"It's okay, Riv"
