King Bailey POV
I stand beside my mate as she regards the young man in the cell with wide eyes. I can hear the shallowness of her breathing and hear the racing of her heart as she stares at Damien. I wish I could just take her away from this, but she insisted on this meeting and I keep myself from reacting as he speaks to her.
"Riley, I was hoping you would come to see me."
She blanches and then steps closer, her eyes raking over him. "Why Damien?" her voice is soft and puzzled "I would have thought that you would be angry with me considering that you were tortured and almost killed because of what I did."
He bowed his head "I was" he admitted in a low voice as I tried to keep myself from snarling at the bastard "when I managed to escape, all I could think about was getting my revenge
