Chapter Twenty-Six.

Nathaniel’s Obsession

Rosalyn cradled her throbbing hand. It was her right hand too. She needed ice and fast. She was pacing around when Nathaniel walked into the room with a towel and bowl. She glared at him wondering why he was here now.

Nathaniel led her to the loveseat and gently wrapped her hand in the towel before putting it into the ice, much to her displeasure. She didn’t want anything from him.

“So we’re over eh?” Nathaniel asked he was standing tall in front of her causing her to look up at him. “Care to tell me that when we’re alone?”

“Well since you won’t let me go,” Rosalyn said smartly.

“Rosalyn, I have been patient with you. Over my dead body, would I let you return to that apartment until I know who’s behind this,” Nathaniel said very calmly and she knew he was not budging.

“That’s not your decision to make,” Rosalyn replied.

“Clearly it is because you’ve obviously lost it at this point. You were about to follow another man home, which I’m trying to ignore,” Nath