Chapter 8

He caught her by her waist before she fell to the floor, still puzzled. 

Maestro? Who is Maestro?

The way her swollen eyes flashed in fear when she saw him, it was evident that she had wanted to faint all this while, but his shaking her up accidentally allowed her to do so.

He picked her up in his arms and climbed upstairs, looking into her bruised face the whole time. He felt a strange softness and pity for the limp, battered body in his arms, and all he wanted to do was take care of her.

Why was she here? Who had done this to her? His heart tightened. He would discover if Damon's men were going rough around the edges again.

He placed her on a sofa in the sitting room and squatted before her, staring at her angelic face. Even with the bruise and swelling, her beauty was still out for anyone to see. She had the most alluring green eyes he had ever seen, and fear filled them before she fainted.

"Anybody in this place?" He announced his