(Damon POV)
I shoved Rhydian's hands away, Beowulf had already been pacing restlessly inside my head.
"Why don't we just kill him? He must have bad intentions towards Ember… and besides, why does he already feel like a competition? I don't like him, Damon, why don't we rip his head off huh?" Beowulf growled.
"I said don't touch me." I snapped at Rhydian. His sharp cold blue eyes met mine… if he is thinking of intimidating me, he should think again.
I looked at the spot where Ember had been standing and she wasn't there anymore.
My gaze turned cold and distant, who would have thought that this day would come? Where I pretend to be weak only to get close to a woman I once rejected?
'Ember.' Every inch of my body longed for her, and I could already see some trace of her in the princess.
"Allaric, help me inside." I mindlinked him.
