Rose’s POV

Victor's apartment appeared like a stronghold as we arrived, the glossy black gates gliding open effortlessly. My body felt weighed down as if all the stress and anxiety from the last few hours had depleted every bit of my energy. Victor frequently looked at me, worry visible on his face.

“Rose, are you alright? “Are you certain you’re okay?” He inquired for what seemed like the hundredth time, his tone quiet yet pressing.

I nodded faintly, reclining ...