Damian Fairchild's breath caught, and every muscle in his body tensed in an instant.
A dark, vicious aura emanated from him, clouding his features.
He stared unblinkingly at Seraphina Quinn's reddening eyes, at the resolute determination within them to leave this place.
After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Miss Quinn, there's no need for this."
But Seraphina remained agitated. "Are you going to let me go or not?"
Damian Fairchild reached out, moving to take the fruit knife from her hand.
"Give me the knife, and we can discuss anything." He paused. "But if you hurt yourself and the child in your womb, that would be a terrible outcome."
"I'll say this one last time," Seraphina said. "If you don't let me leave today, I will die right here..."
