No one was bold enough to breathe. The poor wraiths all stared up at their master to have mercy. They were all innocent. Rayven must have imagined them to be the one that snuck up in her room to attempt to take her life again because they have tried to do that before, and she felt guilty to see them being traumatized once more like this because of her. No wonder they hated her so much among them.
At the very top of the stairs, she saw him standing and observing from a distance. A cold yet blank look was fixed on his face, and she couldn't stop the warning chill that ran down her back.
She didn't feel scared of him at that moment because of what she'd read from his late heartbeat about him. No, it was because of his hands folded before him. He was putting on a pair of leather gloves which definitely wouldn't feel so smooth on one's skin. Ebony looked down to her feet to try to breathe properly at this stunning revelation.
Damon might be after life!
