He calls. There"s a strange light in those blue eyes. But he"s got a sexy smile. I hold out my hand and we head towards the red door. It opens with a click.
It"s a disturbing red light, a soundproof hallway. If there were no lights, I wouldn"t even notice the doors. The carpet is soft under my feet. But the walls are cold leather. We stop. Damian sighs and shakes his head. He squeezes my hand.
"If I open the door, I will change. Are you sure you want to do this?""
"I don"t want you to change," I say, and he laughs.
"Then what?""
"I want you to show me how she did it! I have to trust you! If I can trust your words," I touch his face, "maybe I can trust your actions and believe that you love me.""
He frowns painfully.
"I adore you, Rumina. I do not love you! I worship you!" holding my
