EIGHTEEN-A STRANGER’S FACE

ROSE

Daniel Prescott is a devil walking in the flesh and I could say that with all conviction, perhaps in the past I had thought there could be a kind of redemption for him or perhaps that all of this was a phase that would soon pass—Yet despite all of this madness at the back of my mind and whatever hope I had, would it be safe to say that evil this devil had no redemption?

“We've arrived." He muttered for the first time since the incident at the jewelry shop.

I clutched my purse as I alighted from the car, still very much feeling irritated about everything that had happened.

All through that whole while I had that grumpy face on that showed that I was furious at him, he must have noticed the look on my face as he pulled me closer to himself the next moment.

“You would kill that look you have on your face at this moment and won't make me look bad.”

I shot a quick look up to meet his fiery gaze, I was still irritated by the fact he had the guts to speak this way after humiliating me