Damien chuckled condescendingly. "Love, Blake? Is that what you call this pathetic display?" he scoffed, gesturing disdainfully at Blake. "No, what Rose deserves is a mate of true strength and power. Someone who can protect her, provide for her, be everything she needs."
A surge of anger ignited within Blake..."You'll never lay a hand on her," he vowed, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him.
Damien's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Oh, but I will, Blake," he countered, his tone dripping with menace. "I'll take both Rose and your daughter under my wing. I'll be the one to sing them lullabies, to tuck them in at night, to be their protector."
