CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO
Damien’s words have me questioning everything and myself.
While a part of me is still clinging on to Balin, another part of me is also registering the sheer irrationality of my feelings. And then there are small things that Damien is doing that is making me falter when it comes to him.
He does them without prompting as if my happiness is more important to him.
‘So what?’
As he drags me alongside him down the carpeted hallway, his words ring in my ears.
Mara accused me of betraying them – which made zero sense since I was kidnapped in the first place – and Damien didn’t care if I did. The way he had spoken it had felt as if I could do no wrong in his eyes.
My chest feels tight as I think about it, this biased favoritism towards me. I’m not an idiot. It’s starting to dawn on me that Damien doesn’t simply want to use me. Or if he does, there is something more he wants from me, something more personal.