Damien POV :
She backed away from me, looking devastated.
"Mr. Cross, please—don't do this to me. I might die, don't you understand? And he doesn't even care. Please…" she begged, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Jeez. Does she have a hidden tear tank somewhere? Her eyes hadn't been dry for even a minute.
"I thought you wanted revenge," I said plainly, showing no emotion.
"Yes, sir, I do, but—"
I cut her off.
"Then why are you backing down so easily? Revenge comes with a heavy price. And this…" I gestured at her bruised hands, "…is just the beginning."
Her eyes widened even more.
"Honestly, sir," she said, "did you come all the way from your house to comfort me or to reassure me that my fate is doomed?"
A small smirk curved on my lips.
"Both."
I sat beside her and added,
"You can't back down. Not now, not ever—at least not until your three months are over."
"Gosh, stop it," she muttered, lightly hitting my shoulder. I just smiled.
