Chapter 30

Lilian was up but all she could see was a blurry face looking at her. She was woozy and her head ached awfully. She rubbed her eyes and soon found out that she was on a warm bed.

She blinked again and was startled to find Damian sitting on a chair, wearing a suit and staring at her. She looked back at him, fear and fury were in her eyes. She looked around and found out that she was back in her room at Damian's mansion. She had failed. She wanted to attack him but her limbs were weak. Damian smirked at her and walked towards her dressing table. There was a bottle of whiskey on it. He poured himself a shot and proceeded to look at Lilian. His smirk had turned into a look of threatening seriousness. He took a sip and spoke, each word was said in an icy smooth tone.

"Well well well. Isn't this a familiar sight? I don't know about you but I just got this feeling of deja vu." He smiled a sick and devilish smile. Lilian looked ferociously at him but said nothing.

"What's