Chapter 162

“Daimon…?” she began, confused. A deafening crack echoed through the house as Daimon’s hand struck her across the face. Katrina crashed to the floor. She lay still, dazed, her mind blank. Her cheek burned violently. Slowly, she raised a trembling hand to her face, feeling the sting, the humiliation. Tears flooded her eyes as she looked up at him in disbelief. “Daimon… how could you slap me?” But Daimon’s expression didn’t change. His eyes were like a black abyss, void of emotion. He knelt in front of her and grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up to meet his merciless gaze. “This is just a warning,” he said coldly. “If not for Oasis, you'd be dead already. No one lays a finger on my woman and walks away.” Katrina’s heart shattered. His woman? He meant Elyana. Pain twisted her chest as she stared at the man she had sacrificed everything for. Five years she had waited—given him everything, endured everything, hoping he would finally see her. And now… he was striking her for someone else. “