When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Two days passed since I had arrived back at the pack house, and little by little Damian realized when I said I wasn’t doing something–it wasn’t going to happen. He attempted to get me on the plane the day before but I stood firm in my place and refused to go. There was no talking to me about it… no forcing me to do it. Nothing. He had my bags packed by the door and even attempted to throw me over his shoulder, but all his methods proved to be useless. I’m a stubborn woman, and when I say something, I stand my ground. In the end, he roared in frustration and shut himself in his office with no communication towards me for the rest of the day. Honestly, it was peaceful. After giving up on the notion of me leaving, Damian had his servants move me into the main house. He claimed he wanted