Narim was caught completely by surprise, he had no time to scream. He clawed at the hands around his throat but was unable to pull them off.
Damon's message was clear - Narim sat down, shut up, and at least listened to him in silence. Even so, there was part of him too proud to show exactly how scared he was. He rubbed his neck and swallowed, hate in his eyes as he avoided Damon's monstrous gaze.
"What business is it of yours?"