Chapter 18

He caught her by the waist before she hit the ground, her hands flaying like there was no bone in them. Her face was white, and her lips parted.

Damon gruntled. What was he doing? He had gone too far again. He placed two fingers on the side of her neck. There was no way she was going to die because of one sight.

One horrific sight... His conscience ate at him.

Jack looked down at Maya and shook his head. The consequences were going to be great if he dared Don, so he looked away, overseeing the cleaning of the room

Damon picked her up from the ground like she weighed nothing; walking out of the stuffed room, he could feel the sweat on his clothes, and the strands of his hair that fell into his eyes were also wet and salty.

He looked into her face again. Regret came, but he stomped on it immediately. She had lied to him, and this was his warning. Hopefully, she remembered her terror before thinking of any funny businesses.

He took her past the bar,