"What did you just say?"

"How do you feel?"

She was sitting across the space, on another couch, but opposite him. Damien's eyes were were back to normal, and his face chilled. He didn't look neither happy nor sad. He wore a filtered gaze that couldn't be seen through.

He didn't answer her question. There was a stool next to that part of the couch where he was seated. On the stool were bottles of water and wine. He had hardly taken either of the two.

"Talk to me, Damien."

She pushed a little bit further. Though she had a lot of questions to ask him, yet she was trying to be diplomatic as well as reasonable. The obvious fact was that she had never seen him act in such a manner. She had never seen him lose it and go out of control... unable to control his own body and wills.

Of course she had seen him mad and pissed off. She had seen him do some certain things, but not this.

She should be worried about the unconscious body of her ex which was in the guest room, but there was no point getting worried. Damie