NADIA

My heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. The room, dimly lit and suffocating, felt smaller with every second that passed. Damon's presence was consuming, his dark gaze drilling into my soul with a twisted amusement that we entered chills running down my spine.

Luciano was right…Damon is such a monster.

“You still don't get it, do you?” Damon's voice was smooth, almost scornful. He reached out, brushing a stray of my hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheeks, sending chills down my spine. I flinched back, but I couldn't move away from him, my back was against the wall already.

“You act so...