Chapter 12

His treatment of Allysia didn't surprise her. She expected it and maybe even yearned for it. She was one of his cagnas. His favorite one, at that. Also, she was no ordinary person—a minister's daughter—and when he needed it, she used her connections to aid him.

But one thing he drew the line on was coming to see him when she wasn't called. Damon wasn't about to let her off the hook so quickly.

She tried to touch him again as if her whole life depended on it, but he pushed her away.

"Why are you acting so coldly towards me? Or don't you miss me?"

He ignored her question and asked, "You haven't told me what you are doing here."

"Because you did not want to come to me, I chose to come to you." She walked past him, frustrated, her gaze drawn to Maya, who did not want to be there at that moment.

Allysia's expression tightened as she saw Maya.

The way she kissed him was sufficient proof that she was Maestro's mistress. Allysia was not a