CHAPTER 122: THE BEACH HOUSE

ROSALINE’S POV:

The window was down, and the warm afternoon wind slapped my skin as Damien stepped on the gas. We have been driving to God knows where for the past three hours. Ariana was fast asleep at the back, and I was so close to joining her. but of course, my PTSD wouldn’t let me. The slightest sharp turn or bump we came across had my eyelids flying apart faster than they ever had.

A groan escaped my lips, and my head hit the window. “Are we almost there?” I asked him, not bothering to hide my fatigue and discomfort. Did I forget to mention that we have been driving on an open road, meaning that there have been no people, buildings, or even trees for miles? just plainlands and mountains for miles.

which also means we were not protected.

I wanted to be scared and scold Damien for not bringing guards with us, but I have learned to trust him; he would not willingly bring us out here in the open if he did not believe that we were safe. And, to be honest, I felt safe.

“We should be a