Seraphina Quinn's hand holding the phone tightened and tightened before she finally spoke in a flat voice, "Damian Fairchild, think whatever you want."
She hung up, a heavy gloom settling over her chest.
She had no idea what to do to resolve the conflict between her and Damian Fairchild.
After all, she hadn't done anything to wrong him.
But he had still nailed her to a pillar of shame.
Whenever he pleased, he could pin her to that pillar for humiliation and abuse.
A wave of sorrow washed over Seraphina Quinn.
She sat hugging her knees, burying her head between them as tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
After some time, she sensed a shadow fall over her and looked up.
Damian Fairchild was standing before her. She didn't know when he had arrived.
He blocked the last rays of the setting sun, his figure silhouetted as he looked down at her. "Is staying at The Shogun's Manor such a grievance? So unbearable?"
