Aria's pov
I flinched when Damien's grip tightened around me.
I tried to pull away, but it was useless.
His hand firmly held the back of my head, our noses practically touching.
I struggled to lean back, but it was like fighting against iron.
His angry growls filled my ears, making his words nearly impossible to understand.
"You think we're just guard and prisoner?" Damien's voice was dangerous. "Tell me, Aria, what guard risks his life speeding down a cliff road to save a prisoner? What guard makes enemies with strangers for a prisoner? Tell me!"
But I couldn't hear him clearly because I was shouting back just as loudly.
"If we're not guard and prisoner,Alpha Damien, then what are we? Your brother's wife and you?"
We were both yelling over each other.
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