Rosella
I jumped, clutching my chest in fright. When the hell did he get to my back? I thought
"You…" I tried to move, to escape the trap of his presence, but he pulled away first, striding toward the velvet couch and sitting down with his legs crossed.
Relief flooded me, but only briefly because Damian was unpredictable and he could do the craziest thing.
"So, tell me, Rosella," he drawled, "what is your decision? Or are you planning to stare at me all night long?"
A frown twisted my face. Who does he think he is? I had expected him to offer me a seat like a gentleman, but then I reminded myself—this was Damian, the Alpha King. He was incapable of courtesy. It was the last thing he would ever do.
"I…" I stuttered like a fool.
"Tell me, human," he snapped, standing in an instant. Before I could react, he was in front of me, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me tightly against his chest.
