[Rosie's POV]
"What's wrong, Damien?" I murmured, but he wasn't saying anything. Where did I go? Did he encounter something that made him gaslight me?
I lift my head high to meet his fazed gaze, and I sigh as his eyes search mine.
They had so much emotion in them and I swallowed.
"Tell me Damien...what happened?" I pressed on, scared and worried for him.
He sniffed, taking his arms off me.
"I'm hungry, princess," he muttered, fluttering his eyes at me, and I scoffed.
Just that?
"I'm hungry" he repeated again as his eyes swept across my face.
I nodded. I'm hungry too for his touch, not food but I didn't want to tell him.
"Fine, let's cook you a meal," I said, offering a faint smile as my eyes sparkled.
If staying with him will enliven me, I don't mind. He's broken somehow, I felt it.
We sat opposite each other in the dining room, just the two of us with the table set, as I prepared something light for each of us for the afternoon.
