Someone... help!

CATHERINE

Damon stood by the door, unmoving, like a shadow cast in the dim light of the corridor. His arms were crossed over his chest and eyes were narrowed as he stared at the floor. I didn’t care for whatever mood he was in, not after the day I had.

I heaved a sigh and made to walk past him, determined to ignore whatever drama he was about to start.

"Are you okay?" His gruff voice broke the silence.

I froze for a moment, then shook my head and continued toward the door.

"It's none of your business."

He stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "I'm not asking for pleasantries. I want to know if you're unhurt."

I shot him a cold look, my patience running thin.

"And why would you care? Do you usually stand guard for the women your King drags into his chambers?"

His jaw tightened. "If you’re trying to provoke me, it’s not going to work."

I scoffed, stepping closer, not backing down. "Then stop pretending you care. I can handle myself."

"Handle yourself?" he muttered under his bre