Where Are They?
[Damian's Point of View]
'I let her go and I let her go with Isabella—the same woman who wanted me so badly a few years ago.'
'What was I thinking?'
'Maybe it was right. Maybe it was the right thing to do.'
Damian paced around his own room as his fingers came intact with his hair. He tugged the ends and looked around the room.
He saw her trunk still laying in the corner of the bedroom.
'This human didn't even think of unpacking her belongings! What does she think of herself?! That she can simply take her things and go away now?!' Damian felt anger bubbling inside him as he continued to look at the trunk.
At first, he felt angry with himself for letting the fragile woman go with someone who he didn't trust solely… But now, he was feeling more angry towards her.
'It's either I wait for her to come here in one piece, or I go find her. Heaven's princess,' he took a deep breath in and calmed his raging thoughts.