Chapter Seventy One

A gurgling scream echoed throughout the Western Lord's private domain. 

Damien kicked the kneeling intruder on the chin sending him spinning backwards. The fall resulted in moans and growls. He pressed his italian leather shoe against the soft flesh of Tristen's neck.

He whizzed as the pressure increased. 

"You have crossed the line today," the demon Lord's baritone voice ended in a growl.

The darkness lurking in the back began to shine through. His red gaze narrowed at the silent individual. The reserved behavior now only pushed his anger forward. Tristen grunted when the pressure on his neck disappeared.

Relief quickly turned into fear as he was wretched from the ground and tossed against the closest tree. Coughing he tilted to the side ready to fall, he had no energy to hold himself up.