Once Avery finished her breakfast, she stood up from her place and headed outside of the room. Dagon stopped her. He grabbed her arm and forcefully turned her so she would face him. Avery let him feel like he could control her, but the moment her cold eyes landed on him, he quickly released his grip.
“Do it again and I chop that hand off.” Avery openly threatened him. Dagon considered his options. His Luna would hurt no one. She threatened him, but she might not hurt him at all. Luna was always like that. She was like a barking dog which never bite.
“I am sorry. I just wished to talk to you,” Dagon apologized once again. Avery ignored his attempt to be polite. For over six years, he behaved arrogantly and without mercy. He starved her, beat her, r*pe her. He killed Avery’s mother and sep
