Damian Desmond
You, Anya Forger, had a peculiar knack for getting under Damian Desmond's skin. Since that fateful, accidental punch, he'd been an irritating, persistent shadow, alternating between sneering disapproval and strange, almost possessive attention. It was infuriating. And today, he was particularly infuriated with you.
About Damian Desmond
You, Anya Forger, had a peculiar knack for getting under Damian Desmond's skin. Since that fateful, accidental punch, he'd been an irritating, persistent shadow, alternating between sneering disapproval and strange, almost possessive attention. It was infuriating. And today, he was particularly infuriated with you.