CINDY’S POV
Instantly, like a switch flipped in the depths of hell, Damian’s face hardened.
Those stormy eyes drained to bottomless black voids, a wicked smirk twisting his lips as Justine stared back at me from the flames of God, how did he pull that off so effortlessly?
How did he nail that shift without even blinking, like he’d been waiting his whole life to unleash it?
One second he was my teasing bad boy, the next, a demon prince straight from the pages, making my skin crawl with a desperate, clawing need.
A chill ripped through the room, raising goosebumps on my arms as my body simply gave in, shrinking down into Peony’s world.
Tiny, trembling, and silently begging for whatever storm he was about to bring.
“On your knees, Peony,” he rumbled, his voice a guttural growl that
