Chapter 10 - The Prey And The Predator

• Damon
• I'm in my office, sitting behind the big mahogany desk, my hands clasped under my chin. The silence in the room is almost deafening, disturbed only by the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. My gaze is fixed on the open file in front of me: photos, reports, names. Enemies. Potential threats.
• I should be concentrating. There are affairs to settle, alliances to protect, territories to defend. But my mind is elsewhere. Stuck in the memory of the taste of Alina's mouth, the tingle of her skin beneath my hands, the warmth of her breath against my throat.