Chapter 172

Victoria's POV "You can't joke about something like this, Damian." I averted my gaze from his burning stare, my heart hammering against my ribs. I tried to push myself up from the bed, but his powerful arms held me firmly in place. My white wolf, Nora, stirred restlessly within me, seemingly reveling in his presence. Damian's smoky cedar scent enveloped me as his midnight-blue eyes darkened to the depth of a moonless sky. "Do you think I'm joking?" His voice carried a dangerous edge that sent chills racing down my spine. "What else could it be?" I shot back, though my voice trembled slightly. "There's nothing particularly likable about me. Unless you're just attracted to my face, which would make you pretty shallow." I tried to sound dismissive, but my wolf howled in protest at my denial. He leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting across my ear. "Never mind why I like you. You said it yourself—that you feel the same way about me as I feel about you. Doesn't that mean you love me too, V