Damon’s demon immediately pulled him in and surfaced. His eyes turned dark, darker than the night and the air grew madly cold. His eyes on Aziza bore a hole in her body, leaving her feeling anything but love, warmth or care from the Damon that she knew. She instead felt intimidated, strangely intimidated with those gazes. Almost like his will was to send fear to her heart. The more he stared at her with those black eyes, the more it actually worked.
Noting the feeling in her heart, she got up from where she sat and moved away from him. Yet that didn’t stop him, he heard every single beat of her heart, every single flutter and every fear she felt.
“What are you doing?” Damon got up too and asked. His voice was slightly different, colder, hoarser, darker. It was like death beaconing, only
