Years of Florian

ROXANNE'S P.O.V.

I hesitated by the door of the mansion, my hands wrapped around me. Florian stopped walking and turned to me, his brows furrowed. I hated just how fickle my mind was, and now all I could see when I looked at him was the feral anger he had shown just earlier.

I wasn't even sure why I felt the way I did, but I did have a few guesses. Maybe it was because that scene of him was so different from the person I really knew him as. Maybe it was that I knew he was hiding something from me now. Maybe it was because there was a possibility he had done all of those for some other woman.

I was leaning more towards the last.

Call it demons or the devil himself, but there was something about thevwayche had acted earlier that made me yearn for that sort of reaction. It had warmed me seeing what he did to Damien, but now...

"Rox."

I bit down on my lips. "I need to know, Florian."

He put his hands behind his back, his brow raising. "Won't you come home first?"

"Exactly. I need to know