CHAPTER 88: THE CALL

ROSALINE’S POV:

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pair of feral silver ones. They stared directly at me with so much intensity that it had me sinking even deeper into the bed.

I summoned the courage to sit up slowly, and I looked around. We were back at the palace—his room, to be precise. It was a lot colder than usual, yet I could feel the heat of his rage from here. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but that was when everything came flooding in.

I cried.

I let it all out; I did not hold anything back. I did not care how miserable and ugly I looked at that moment. I did not care about anything; all I wanted was my daughter. I wanted to know if she was safe or scared. Who are the men who took her, and were they maltreating her?

My shoulders trembled, and more tears slipped past my eyes like a river. It felt like my body could not take it anymore.

Damien did nothing. He only watched me; I was not even sure if he was blinking. Even through the tears in my eyes, I coul