Was he p3rvert?

Was he a pervert? That was the first thought in Emberlynn's head as she stepped into the room, Damien's room.

Her eyes widened as they darted around the spacious room in a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. Her brows furrowed slightly, betraying the hint of uncertainty as they still locked on the image on the wall.

He had marked her, yet he had other strange women in his room. It wasn't just one image that was on the wall; they were three. At least from what she could make out, all were naked, sensual, and sickening.

Did he purposefully ask them to pose so he could take a picture of them? How many women had he been with aside from his ten dead Lunas? Was she going to be his bed warmer?

Many thoughts swarmed Emberlynn's mind as her eyes traveled around.

The room itself was a sprawling, masculine lair with a king-sized bed as its centerpiece, adorned with luxurious, dark gray bedding and plush wolf-fur throws. The bed sits atop a raised platform, with a majestic, hand-carved wooden h