LOGINOh, how she hated herself for this.She was alerted by a soft click, then pressure against the door. Someone was prying it open.The door opened quietly, and Damien stepped in.He closed it behind him and locked it again, his movements unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world. He did, she did
It felt like months, but it had only been days. She’d been separated from Damien for that long.Liz stood at the entrance of his manor, her hands clenched at her sides as she took it in. It was beautiful—there was no denying that. Tall ceilings, polished floors, furniture that looked like it had nev
Damien’s hands paused briefly before continuing to tuck her into a blanket, that was the only reaction he showed. “She would be here soon enough.” He leans back and watches his wife, then adds, “She’s anxious to meet you.”“Why did you bring me to her room?”“I didn’t. All rooms in the Manor look li
Liz was awake early, not like she had slept properly the previous night. There was a lot to think about. She was in an entirely new space, and she didn’t know whether to be comfortable or not. She was with Damien, or in Damien’s house at least, only he wasn’t here. How absurd of him to insist on her
Liz's POV “I don’t think he did it.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I clasped my hands together in my lap, nails digging into my skin as if pain might keep me steady. My words felt like a dull excuse even to my own ears. Ashton scoffed. He looked at me like he thought I was somet
With everything happening—everything—I was gaining weight? Guilt crept in. What an Embarrassment. People were dying out there. Humans were starving. And here I was, well-fed and soft. The fought made me hate myself. I tugged at the fabric and glared at my own reflection in the mirror. “ Traitor “







