Chapter 49:
Tatiana’s P.O.V
If there was one thing I hated more than caramel latte, it would be flying in an aeroplane. They make me sick to the bone, not the nauseas kind of sick, but the ‘I-might-fall-to-my-death’ kind of sick.
But still, I found myself dressing up for the flight.
No strings.
I didn’t need a reminder for the deal I’ve made with the devil, yet, the hopeless romantic in me found myself hoping for a fairy tale ending for the nightmare I’d brought upon myself.
No strings? I could already feel my heart beat a little faster every time Damien turned his icy blue eyes on me. Maybe it was the s****l tension? I can’t tell. All I know is that whatever fire we have ignited is far from getting extinguished. And I just might end up getting hurt once again by the time this is ove
