Young Master Damien's Pet

"Whotouchedyou?"heasked,hiseyesbroodingdownatherandwhenshedidn'tanswer,hisvoicethunderedintheroom,"WHO?"

Thebutlerwhostoodnearthewallspokeshakily,"Sir,itwasMr.Reverale,"Damien'sfaceturnedsour,hisjawtickinginangerheturnedhisfacetothesidewherethebutlerstoodbehind.

"Bringthemanhere."

"N-now?"stutteredthebutler.Itwasthetimeofnight.

Damienwhohadn'tbrokenhiseyecontactwiththegirlinfrontofhim,pushedhishandagainstthewallwhichnowrestedbesidehisbeautifulgirl'shead.Turninghisbody,hefirstlookedathisbutlerwhohadhisheadbowed.Withgreatcourage,thebutlercametomeethisMaster'seyes,"Doyouhaveanyotherbettertime?OrshoulditbeafterIwringyourneck?"Damienaskedcalmlytiltinghishead.Notasecondlater,thebutlerranoutoftheroomtoreturnbackwithMr.Reveraleaftertwentyminutes.

"Damien,arewehavingalateteaparty?"Mr.Reveralecametogreetbutthemasterofthehousehadotherplans.Spottingtheknifethatwasstucktotheappleonthetable,hereachedforittopullitout.

JustasMr.Reveralewenttoexchangeahandshakewithhim,Damientookholdofhishandtoplaceitonthetable.Inoneswiftmovementasifhewerechoppingonions,hechoppedthefourfingersofthemanoffhishandmakinghimyelpandcryinpain.

"Noonetoucheswhatismine.Iamsurethiswillremindyouthenexttimeyoueventhinkabouttouchingher,"sighedDamienasifheweretiredoftellingpeopletokeeptheirdirtyhandsoffhisbelongings.

MeetDamienQuinn,apurebloodedvampirewhoisacompletenarcissist,brashwithhiswordsandstingyeventhoughheisrichwhohaggledwhenheboughtaslavefromtheblackmarket.

Ontheotherhand,meetPenelopewhobelievessheisa'guest'forafewdaysattheQuinnassheisintentonescapingfromtheoddvampirewhoneedstherapy.