Rory took the glass of water with shaky hands and took a sip as she peeked through her long lashes and from the rim of the glass at Derek who was still keeping his distance and watching her carefully. As soon as the water went down her throat, it cooled her dry throat instantly, which made her crave for more. She chugged a mouthful, and then another till the water finished. Gosh, she didn't know she needed it.
"How have you been?" Derek asked. He had noticed her slightly swollen eyes and the dried tears on her cheeks. Did Hayford do something to her again? Or was she not feeling well?
"I'm doing well.. sir." Rory managed to say and placed the glass down, straightened up and crossed her arms in front of her. She tried not to look at his face, but her eyes, her damn eyes wouldn't listen. She found herself looking again. Could she ever get used to such beauty? Those lashes were so feminine. How could they belong to a man?
