“She’s no longer a girl,” I reply as I type in the passwords on all my apps. “It’s her birthday today. She’s eighteen.”
“Jesus, Viktor. Should I be worried?”
When I chuckle, the warning is clear in the sound. “Did you seriously just ask me that?”
“Sorry.” Luca sighs. “It’s just so unlike you to do something like this.”
“Stop worrying about it.”
I search everywhere to check if Rosalie has been reported missing, but there’s nothing.
I shake my head. “You know what’s sad?”
“What?”
“No one even knows Rosalie is missing.”
“Yeah, that sucks.”
I hack into the security footage for Barnes and Noble and rewind to the time we were there.
“I have to go,” I say as my eyes focus on Rosalie’s face while she’s taking book after book off the shelf.
“Okay. Will I see you Friday night?”
“Yeah.”
We hang up, and I relax back in the chair, watching the footage of earlier. I take in all the emotions flashing over her beautiful face as she looks at the books.
The protective and possessive feelings I’ve had since I laid eyes on Rosalie have only grown over the past five days. It’s surreal how quickly I got used to having her in my space.
Watching the screen, I admire every inch of her, thinking the light blue dress looks stunning on her. The color compliments the olive tone of her skin.
My thoughts turn to earlier when I saw a flash of interest in her eyes, and I wonder what would’ve happened if we weren’t enemies and I didn’t kidnap her.
There’s never been a shortage of women willing to warm my bed, but I get the feeling even if Rosalie and I had met under different circumstances, she wouldn’t have been an easy catch. Not because she’s high maintenance but because she’s inexperienced.
I’d be fucking surprised if she isn’t a virgin.
The corner of my mouth lifts at the thought.
I have three years. I’m sure if I turn on the charm, I can make Rosalie forgive me and fall in love with me.
Is that what you want?
“Christ,” I whisper when I watch her smile on the screen after I found the book she wanted.
I’m dead sure I want to make her smile again.
Chapter 11
Rosalie
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get into any of the books. Not even Twilight.
My thoughts kept going to Viktor and what he said about me belonging to him.
It worries me because if he thinks I’m his, he might try something. Or worse. He might think he’s entitled to my body.