Lack Of Trust

Altair entered Damien's bedroom and took a seat beside Rosalie. The sight of the girl lying unconscious in bed made his chest tighten in a strange, yet already familiar pang of yearning, while his heart turned into a frantic bird.

He slowly moved the white silk blanket away from her body and widened his eyes in shock, which quickly turned into a suffocating feeling of rage and despair.

"That damned monster... Disgusting creature."

The man slid his fingers over the red marks on Rosalie's shoulders and neck. The feeling of her damaged but still soft skin sent shivers down his spine, causing him to withdraw his hand and clench it into a tight fist.

"How dare he taint your perfect skin with his hideous marks! Do not fret, Rosalie, I will erase them all. I will erase this shame from your beautiful body."