Rosie's POV

Damien furrows his brows at me, stunned, and almost turns his eyes, but I grab his collar, not minding the gun, not minding how bloody he looks.

My hands dragged him inside while I used my foot to slam the door, panting heavily like I had narrowly escaped danger or was looking at one.

"What was that?" He whispered, his eyes searching for mine, and I offered a faint smile.

That gun muzzle was now in the crook of my neck, the metal sends shivers running down my spine.

"You took me ...