Chapter 152
Annalise
"I am not your bride. Stop calling me that!"
The words tore from my throat, my voice sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.
Demonis didn’t flinch.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t react at all.
He simply sat there, lounging on the grand throne-like chair as if he had all the time in the world. One arm rested lazily on the armrest, the other propping up his cheek as he watched me with a small, knowing smile.
A smile that infuriated me.
"What did you do to me?" I demanded, my chest heaving. "What is happening?"
Demonis exhaled, as if my words were amusing, as if they didn’t matter at all.
"What do you think, love?" he mused.
His voice was casual, dripping with authority, but his eyes—his eyes—held something far more dangerous.
Control.
Possession.
A predator toyi
