Rosaline Sinclair is on the run.
After barely escaping with her life, Rosaline flees Los Angeles to the streets of New York City. Desperate for a job, she struggles to stay hidden from an unknown enemy.
Damon Cohen is to be feared.
He works as the r...
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I knew something was wrong the moment Damon came into our wing.
I sat on the counter, watching as he aggressively began rolling the dough for the croissants I had been requesting. If anything, he was trying to punch the poor thing into submission.
I tried to ask what was wrong, but all I got were grunts in return.
I tapped my nails against the counter, studying him. It was obvious something happened tonight that caused this reaction.
And surprise, surprise. He isn't going to tell me anything.
But I wasn't having it. I wanted to help him with his problems. Damon had done so much for me and faced my demons head-on. It was time that I did the same for him.
"Did you know that the furrow of your brow and disheveled hair shows signs of stress and anxiety? And based on the way you're gritting your teeth and smashing the poor rolling pin against the dough is telling me how angry you are?" I piped up, kicking my legs lazily.
Damon looked up at me with annoyance, his normal scowl on his face before going back to his task.
"Stop analyzing me. Xavier is already bad enough. And it's just been a long night." he muttered as he began folding the dough, though he was careful not to be as harsh. Though he wasn't fooling me with how stiff he was.
"Then tell me what's happening. Or I can keep going...I am getting really good at this."
Damon rolled his eyes, but I saw he was trying to fight a smile.
"Come on. You'll feel a lot better if you vent," I drawled, poking him in the arm. "You know you can tell me anything, right? You don't have to shut me out."
Damon sighed, placing the roller down. "I don't want to burden you. You're already involved enough with tonight's events."
I sighed in frustration. The silly man just won't let some things go into his head.
"You're right, this does involve me. What happened tonight was because of me. Having the man who has haunted my nightmares involves me. The burden is already there. You will only make it worse by keeping it from me. I may have agreed to not be a huge part of your case in the beginning, but I am pulling back from that. I deserve to know."
Seeing Damon's indecisiveness, I could tell I was getting somewhere. I kept pushing to crumble his defenses down.
"I'm not the scared girl that's constantly running anymore. I have you and the others to guide me and keep me safe. I won't spiral if you're there. Please trust that I can handle things. And you deserve to share your troubles with me as well. It's a two-way street." I got off the counter to wrap my arms around his waist.
"Damn you," Damon muttered and returned my hug, pressing a kiss against my head. "Always saying the right things to wrap me around your finger."
I shook my head. If anything, I was wrapped around his finger. One smile from him and I melted into a pile of goo. A kiss from him and I was a complete goner.
