The Price Of Trust
My fingers fumbled as I fought against the overwhelming urge to throw up.
"You're taking too long," Damien said, tilting his head. His voice held no patience. "Or are you hesitating?"
I gulped hard, lifting my gaze to meet his. That annoying smirk was still there like he had already won.
Tears rolled down my cheeks before I could stop them, hot and unstoppable, exposing the anger and helplessness in my chest. I wanted to gulp it all down, to keep it together, but my body refused to listen.
Damien leaned in, his fingers slightly brushing against my cheek as he gently wiped away my tears. “There, there," he cooed mockingly. "No need to cry. I'll make it easy for you." He straightened, his hand