Damien

Chapter 4

Serena Mclane's P. O. V

My jaw nearly drops as I take in the sight of the man entering into the room.

Straight, styled, jet black hair with a pair of soul piercing dark blue eyes enter my field of vision. Perfectly sculpted face with light pink plump lips, straight nose and incredibly well defined jaw with high proud cheek bones accentuate the plains of his face. He stands surprisingly tall–compared to his mother and father that is– and from where I am, I can tell he clearly works out with how his suit fits perfectly against his torso, hugging each inch of him. From the way he walks and carries himself you can tell he exudes power, even his impeccably blue eyes exude a sense of righteousness.

Or maybe it's something else?

I've never been too good at reading people.

Why am I even thinking about him in such a way? This man is ruining my life, if it weren't for him, I could have been at home right now, completely at ease. Though there is still that nagging feeling that my father would have just found some other suitor to marry me off to.

"Ah there you are. Come son. Meet the Mclane's." Benedict says pleasantly.

All of us stand up as everyone greets him. As he shakes hands with everyone, my nerves spike up tenfold and a sweat breaks it's way through.

My stomach lurches some more and I start to feel dizzy as a faint ringing erupts in my ears.

Oh no. I quickly sit back down again, ignoring everyone's confused looks.

"Get up Serena!" My father growls lowly, only enough for me to hear.

I take in a deep breath and try to fight off the wave of lethargy that flows over me. With every last bit of energy I have I stand to get up. Everyone looks at me as I slightly shake, the slight sheen now coating my skin, quite clear.

This is so embarrassing.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and as soon as I look up, I make contact with the man they belong to. Unfortunately for me, that's the last thing I see as my energy gives up and I drop to the floor, darkness encasing me.

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What the hell just happened?

I softly groan as I shift my body to make myself comfortable. Feeling the soft cotton fabric of some sort of cloth makes me furrow my eyebrows.

Wait a minute.

And just like that, I sit up straight and snap my eyes open.

I expected to see my whole family gazing at me as I lay- wherever the hell I do so– with concerned and panicky looks on their faces.

However that isn't the case. Instead all I can see is darkness everywhere.

Is this heaven?

Or better yet and more suited for me;

Hell?

I glance down to see what I'm seated on, only to see a light blue comforter and plain white sheets.

My eyes widen as I realise I'm on a bed.

I can't believe I fainted, in front of everyone. Especially that guy I'm supposed to be betrothed too.

But maybe that's a good thing?

I remove the comforter from around me and make a move to stand up. The room is so dark, I can barely see anything. Standing up on slightly shaky feet, I try to see where my heels are lying.

Maybe I can make a run for it without anyone noticing.

"You should get some more rest." Comes a voice somewhere from behind me.