“What are you —” “Right here, on his chest,” Damian said, stroking his fingers directly over my heart. My eyes widened as McGreggor lifted the long stick, and I saw that the end was bright red. It was a brand. The letters DR were so red hot they were smoking, and I could barely get a scream out before McGreggor pressed it into my chest, right where Damian had ordered him to brand me.
Oh i am pissed
