Reborn Deceit

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Rose

Before Rose had time to think, she found herself on a large private jet headed to England. She had always wanted to travel the world and England was at the top of the list, but she never once imagined it would happen, especially not with the tall, dark, and handsome man sitting in the seat across from her.

Damian sat in his chair, facing Rose but attention solely on the book he was holding. Gone with the Wind. Rose never took him as the reading type. That knowledge just acting as another reminder of how very little she really knew about the man she almost took to bed this morning.

"Stop staring. It's creepy."

Rose rolled her eyes before glancing back out the small window, observing the clouds as they rolled on below the plane. She hadn't realized she was staring, and she tried to fight the blush that was threatening to take over her features after he had just called her out on it. She was still pissed at him for the training session that had happened just over an hour ago.

"Are you going to tell me why we're visiting this girl?" Rose already forgot the girls names. She blamed her lack of sleep and the fact that her entire life had turned upside down, again. She also couldn't help if her voice had a bite to it. It was his fault she was this pissed off.

Absentmindedly, she rubbed the spot on her neck where the knife wound from Felix had already healed. She wanted to defend Damian, tell herself that he only did it to anger her, as that's what made her magic stronger. But when he forced their friend to literally threaten her with a knife to her jugular, Rose had forgotten every reason why she thought she loved him. He was clearly insane and only thought about himself. A narcissist with a multiple personality disorder, and anger issues to top it all off. That's what Rose told herself as she tried to rid her mind of the feeling of his large hand cupping her bare breast. It helped her to stop from thinking about where that might have headed had Felix not interrupted them.

It seemed as though they were cursed to always be interrupted at the worst moments. Rose realized that it may be a blessing in disguise. Damian was not the right man for her, and she knew damn well that she was not the woman for him.

The right man for her, Rose thought, was currently ignoring her, as he thought she was some spawn of the devil. He was also mortal, which meant she really couldn't have him. But did she really want him? Rose realized that, no, she really didn't want a romantic relationship with Carter. He was the safe option, but he wasn't Damian. It always came back to Damian. She just needed to keep reminding herself that he didn't feel the same way about her. He was only interested in her because she was the living, breathing version of his dead lover.

"Krea is one of the most unique and one of the strongest guardians of this lifetime. She dabbled in dark magic, lost control, and then came back to the good side. Because of that, she has powers that we don't have. One of those is mind control."

Rose listened to his words carefully, and felt the color drain from her face as they sunk in.

"Are you telling me that this has to do with dark magic? What I can do is because of something... bad?"

Damian looked up from his book, assessing Rose's face. "I'm not implying anything. Krea is the only one that we know of with the same abilities as you. I am hoping she can help answer some questions, and teach you how to work with it."

His answer made sense, so Rose decided to drop it. She figured if she dug any further she was going to come across a wormhole that she wasn't quite ready to dive into just yet.

Rose kept her eyes focused out the window of the private plane that belonged to the Nikolaidis family. Rose didn't think she'd ever be able to fully wrap her head around just how much money this family had.