CHAPTER 31: HIS CLAIM

ROSALINE'S POV:

My balled fists hit his back as the poor servant's chokes filled my ears.

I feel my eyes sting as all my attempts to get Damien to release him were futile; if anything, it only angered him more and caused him to tighten his grip around the servant's throat.

"Stop it! You are going to kill him!" I screamed as my fists hit his back harder.

It appeared that I was doing more damage to myself than to him if I were being honest.

My hands were starting to ache a whole lot and turn a bright shade of red, while he did not look like he was noticing any of my attacks or pleas.

I saw the kind man turn an unholy shade of purple, and my panic skyrocketed.

"Let go of him now, Damien!" And he did.

But the second the servant's feet touched the floor, his face was connected with a mighty fist. The crunching of bones filled the air, sending a sick feeling through my body.

A scream left my lips as the man fell almost lifelessly on the floor, but Damien did not appear to have any form