Cecilia Nathan stood motionless, her eyelids lifting slightly. "Damian Hawthorne, I'm not your personal property."
To be summoned at his whim, and dismissed just as easily.
'What does he take me for?'
Seeing her stubborn and unyielding expression, Damian felt a surge of turmoil.
He grabbed Cecilia's hand and started pulling her out.
"Damian Hawthorne, let go of me!" His grip on her wrist hurt, and Cecilia struggled fiercely.
But Damian was resolute, refusing to loosen his hold.
Seeing she couldn't break free, Cecilia's face crumpled. She opened her mouth and bit down hard on his arm.
Damian stopped walking. His expression didn't change as his deep brown eyes fell heavily upon her.
Cecilia's reddened eyes glared at him. "Damian Hawthorne, what exactly are you trying to do?"
'She used to do whatever he said without question. But now, was he going to control even her most basic freedom?'
He told her to apologize to Serena Hughes, so she came bearing fruit.
