Arielle's POV
"Holy shit! Tell me that he did not dare to threaten you!" Riley jumped in disbelief.
"Yup, he did. He made his intentions clear when he pulled me away—" I grunted as I picked off my shoes and flung them to the corners. "He told me he will harm you… I always knew George would never change easily. None of them will. They are all evil people."
"Did you tell Damien?"
I shrugged. "Really? Do I need to?"
"Arielle, it's not like that." She sat beside me on the large bed. "I just think that you can't do this all alone, you need help since George is involved. You need to tell Damien to ease everything, or it's going to escalate in the future."
"Riley," I sighed. "Damien and George are made from the same feathers. I don't expect anything good to come out of them."
"But what about those times you spent? Weren't they real?" Riley argued.
