7. UNSEEN

~ Violet ~ Violet slumped down into the white leather seat of the private jet. Her hands were still tied together and now Damon was pulling the seatbelt over her stomach. He fastened the seatbelt unnecessarily tight, and his face stood only inches away from her. As he finished clasping the seatbelt shut, Damon’s eyes held a playful glint, but Violet wasn’t amused. He took a step back and admired the view—how Violet was all tied up in that chair. Violet glared daggers at him. He had the audacity to take her away from her family and her idyllic life, forcing her into a black SUV and now a private jet. He didn’t show any remorse on that stoic face, in fact, he looked almost satisfied to see her this way.  “Do you have to look at me like that?” He said with a scoff.  From the way he tied her up, Violet couldn’t move an inch, so glaring was all that she could do.  “Where are you taking me?” she demanded. “Home,” he said simply. “I was already home,” she spat. “That was my brother’s wedding