After the scream, Alicia rubbed her eyes and reached out to touch the natural-looking blond hair of the man who seemed to be sleeping. He furrowed his brows, confirming to her that the man with closed eyes was alive.

Who was this blond man? Why did he look somewhat like her bad-tempered and suspicious mate?

The man with blond hair opened his eyes, revealing a pair of irises purer than the azure sky. Alicia took in a breath of lavender-scented air, hardly believing that this blond man was Damian.

"If you thought your high-pitched scream could penetrate bulletproof glass and help you escape or intentionally make me go deaf, then...