Melissa.
The moment we crossed the threshold of his room, everything happened too fast.
Damien didn't hesitate. He didn't slow down. His grip tightened once more, and then he shoved me forward with brutal force. My body flew through the air before crashing hard against the floor, the pain ripping through me as my shoulder and knees took the impact. Before I could even draw a full breath, the door slammed shut behind us with a sharp, final sound that echoed through the room like a verdict being passed.
I groaned softly, my palms pressing against the cold floor as I tried to push myself up. My scalp burned painfully, every nerve screaming where he had dragged me by my hair moments ago. My vision swam, spots dancing in front of my eyes.
"Now tell me, Maria," Damien's voice cut through the haze, low and dangerous, "is this the little escape plan you planned with them?"
