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Kiara's POV

The moment we were out of sight of the growling Damien and into one of the private empty rooms in his huge palace, my fake smile dropped.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

I sounded curt because I felt curt.

Sometimes when something embarrassing happened to me I would be unable to say anything to defend myself in the moment but the instant I was alone, all the kickass things I could have said would keep occurring to me even though it was too late to change anything.

So many times I replayed what I could have said to him in my head after he disgraced me. In my imaginations, sometimes I slapped him, others I told him to go and fuck themselves, in a few, I slip his throat and watched him bleed out.

But now that Dorian was right in front of me I could do nothing but watch him impatiently. The day had been long and I honestly couldn't wait to climb into my bed, nod off and pretend like today had not happened.

Dorian took in my thunderous expression and seemed a bit u