Chapter Fifty Two

Damian

I paced the confines of my New York office as i waited for Rosie to arrive. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be with Hope. Tony had stayed with her, and I simmered with impatience. Her condition hadn’t changed. Even when she had awakened, she had been distant, unfocused, there but not there. It was as if she had gone to a place where I couldn’t hurt her anymore.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the task at hand. When I heard Rosie enter, I stiffened. It was all i could do not to rage at her, not to break her skinny neck. It took everything i had to smile and act as though nothing was wrong, as though i didn’t loathe the very ground she walked on.

“You wanted to see me?” she said breathlessly.

“I did,” I murmured. I let my gaze run suggestively over her body even as my flesh crawled.

Her eyes brightened, and her stance immediately became suggestive.

“I have only just become aware of the lengths to which you went to try and get my attention,” i said with a chuckle