Aria's POV
I'd seen him commanding before. I'd seen him dangerous. But this—this was something else entirely.
He looked like a king preparing to pass judgment. And the sentence was death.
His black-gray eyes were fixed on Mr. Turner's hand still wrapped around my wrist, and the fury in them was so cold it burned.
The air itself seemed to bow under the weight of his presence.
The three investors went dead silent. Mr. Turner's hand fell away from my wrist like I'd burned him. All three men dropped to their knees so fast I heard bones crack against the floor.
"Your Majesty," Mr. Sterling gasped, his forehead nearly touching the ground. "We didn't—please—"
Damian didn't acknowledge them. He crossed the room in three long strides and positioned himself between me and the
