Chapter 64

• Damian suddenly stepped closer, pressing his body against Amelia's delicate frame. Her heart raced as she felt the banister behind her, frozen in place and too scared to move. If she fell down those stairs, it could be disastrous.
• She stopped flinching and let him come nearer. In an instant, his large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a firm yet protective embrace, his warm chest right in front of her.
• "Why not take a drink? Didn’t you say you wanted some?" His voice was deep and alluring, almost like a spell. As his fingers brushed through her long hair, his voice was more intoxicating than the wine he held.