CHAPTER 43
Damien’s pov
After leaving the dining area, I went to the room, removed my laptop from my bag, and headed over to sit on the bed with it. The anger in my chest refused to dissipate, even as I tried to use work as a distraction. That had always worked for me, but it threatened not to be effective that afternoon. Several minutes after staring at my laptop and getting nothing done, I shut it down and placed it on the table beside me.
I lay on the bed and closed my eyes to sleep, but all I ended up doing was tossing and turning on the bed. The anger I felt was still heavy on my chest, but most of it was directed at myself and not Rose. After a couple more tosses, I sighed and sat up, throwing my legs off the bed.
Since the last time we made out, she had become defensive—too defe
