Chapter 59

• Damian was furious; his eyes glowed with rage. He growled, his hands gaining strength, his fingertips spreading out sharp claws around Celeste's neck. The muscles were tight, and the blue veins on his arms were like wild animals ready to tear.
• "How dare you make this up! Celeste, you're starting to look more and more like my sneaky uncle, unscrupulous! What the hell do you take me for? Is it something that can be traded? Do you think that because she 'gives' me back to you, I'll be yours?" His voice was low and menacing as if the next moment would erupt into a wild wolf howl.
• Celeste gasped, her hands weakly grasping his wrists, trying to free themselves. "Damian, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things. Her voice trembled, and fear spread across her face.