Desiree’s POV
“I need to see her.”
Brandon’s hand tightened around mine so fast it was almost painful.
For one sharp second, his entire body went still before he quickly masked it with a smile that he thought would fool anyone.
But absolutely not me!
“Des,” he said softly, like I hadn't just spoken the one thing he didn't want to hear and the one thing that seemed to matter to me right now. “You cannot do that now.”
My pulse kicked harder as he said the word ‘No’
“Why?”
“Because you’re still recovering.”
“That’s not an answer.”
His jaw flexed, but he kept walking, leading me down the corridor toward our chambers as though the conversation had already ended.
But for me, it hadn't. I stood my ground and decided not to go anywhere again until he answered me. When he noticed, Bra
