Chapter 9:
Trisha’s P.O.V:
“W-wh-hat’re you doing here?” I stuttered out. NO! This can’t be happening! “How d-did you fi-find me?”
Damien stood up from the bed, dressed in his usual black shirt and pants. His face was expressionless as he took slow, steady steps towards me. The green of his eyes lit from within like an emerald that has been exposed to the sun. “You thought you could get away from me that easily?”
His words gave me all the strength I needed to fight back. Strength fueled with anger and desperation. “And you thought I’d go back to you like a lost puppy even after you tried to take Neema away from me?” I spat at him, trying to keep my voice low so as not to wake Neema or alert any of the guards. “I thought you were going to help me! But the only reason you asked me to vi
