Chapter 309

ELENA'S POV

My question hung in the air, the feel of Damian's nose touching mine catching me off guard.

His eyes, darker and narrowed, remained fixed on my face, like a silent warning.

Before I could predict his next move, he pulled my hands off his shoulders and twisted my arms behind my back.

“Ouch,” I hissed, struggling in vain to free my hands from his grip.

“Don’t put your hands on me,” Damia