Bam!
The massive doors to the chamber were thrown open with enough force to rattle the iron hinges.
Rah rushed inside without a moment's hesitation, her silver hair flowing wildly behind her as panic filled her beautiful face. Her eyes immediately darted toward the enormous bed.
Empty.
Her heart skipped and she quickly searched the room again until her gaze landed upon the luxurious sofa positioned before the towering Gothic windows.
Damian sat there alone.
His head rested against the back of the sofa while one arm hung lazily over the side. The golden goblet and jeweled wine jug lay overturned beside him, their dark crimson contents spilling across the polished table before dripping onto the expensive carpet beneath.
The rich scent of wine lingered heavily throughout the room.
Almost as though sensing her gaze, Damian's eyelids slowly opened. For the briefest instant, his irises glowed crimson and then, just as quickly, the color dissolved back into their familiar violet.
