“Victoria?” Derrick shouted as he rushed through the house
in search of her. “Victoria!” The sounds of her yelling in distress over the
phone frightened him beyond belief and he just knew she was in the fight of her
life. Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs as he ran to check the bedroom and
back down again. The scent of blood moved him towards the kitchen and he took
in the scene, stepping over shards of broken glass and blood.
Kneeling down, Derrick got a better smell of the crimson
liquid and bellowed in anger; it wasn’t Victoria’s but it meant someone was out to do her harm at the cost of their own safety. Dark scorch marks smudged
the walls and floors, places where she’d apparently set off energy balls and
were very telling of a struggle that took place in the kitchen. “She fought
back,” he sighed with small relief at the fact that she didn’t go down easily.
Hades limped from around the counter and collapsed onto the
floor beside him. His left side was slightly crushed; he had at least three
broken ribs. Blood oozed from his mouth, much of which Derrick determined
belonged to Victoria’s attacker. A flap of skin fell from his jowls with a
partial ink stain on it, a tattoo. Derrick lifted the chewed flesh and got a
better look at it. “Good boy. You got a piece of him!”
Splitting his wrist, he held his trickling arm over Hades’
mouth and watched as the protective canine fully healed and sprang to his feet,
ready for action. He whimpered over his lost master and Derrick scratched his furry
head. “Don’t worry, Boy. I’ll get her back.” There was a familiar scent of
Alfred Dunhill cigars lingering in the air and he knew immediately who had
taken her.
The doors to Rowan’s vacation manor swung open with force as
Derrick waltzed inside, ignoring the three vampires posted at the desk as
security. Noticing Cort, another of Rowan’s sired, sitting in the den he
quickly started for him. “Derrick? Long time no see buddy how’s it b…?”
“Where is she?” Derrick growled, throwing the vampire
against the wall. Closing his hand around his throat, he extended his claws
until they sank beneath the man’s skin drawing blood and making him scream at
the burning the venom in his nails caused. “I will rip out your fucking throat
if you don’t tell me.”
“What the hell do you think you’re going to accomplish huh?
If you think for a minute you’re going to get anyone to talk you’re crazy.
Everyone knows what Rowan would do if we did.”
“Rowan,” Derrick scoffed and tightened his grip until his
claws dug deeper into the skin of his throat. The man yelled again as Derrick’s
right hook found his jaw, bouncing it off the wall with a hollow smack. “Forget
Rowan, think about what I’m going to do to you right here, right now if you
don’t tell me what I want to know!”
“Why do you care so much huh? You know Rowan! He’s only
doing what he needs to with the girl you promised him. Besides, by the time you
get to her, he’ll have her so turned out she’ll be begging to only satisfy his
every whim. Hell she’s probably already forgotten about you.”
Derrick’s fist rammed into Cort’s face again and again until
the man’s nose was twisted and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head.
Bits of broken teeth fell to the floor at Derrick’s feet and he shook Cort
within his grasp, bashing his head violently into the wall. “Say another
fucking thing about Victoria and I’ll feed you your fucking tongue you got me? WHERE
IS HE HOLDING HER?”
Victoria absently ran her hand across her face as she sat up.
The sound of music in the background alerted her to the fact that she was in a
public building and not a dank basement somewhere. The plush pillows folded
under her body as she moved and the coils in the mattress groaned beneath her
weight. The air around her smelled of cigars and cologne with a hint of
cinnamon. Candles burned nearby, an obvious attempt to mask the scent of the
heavy indicators that this was not a normal bedroom.
“Welcome back, Luv,” a familiar voice with a heavy
English accent croaked and she struggled to open her eyes to see his face. “I
wasn’t sure if you’d planned to grace me with your presence tonight or not. I
guess Marcel hit you a little harder than I’d hoped.” The throbbing between her
ears pounded harder as blood rushed from her beating heart once memories of how
she came to be here flashed through her mind.
Victoria stumbled over her own feet as she tried to force
herself to stand and the large vampire who had attacked her moved quickly
towards her. “No!” Rowan waved the man off, making him back away from the
detective. “That won’t be necessary. Given the fact that she has yet to regain
her faculties the witch is no threat to us at this point. You can go.” Marcel
grunted at the blonde but did as he was told and abruptly started for the door.
More light and music flooded in as did a cloud of smoke as the man made his
exit and by the sound of it Victoria believed she was in a nightclub of some
kind but definitely not Dante’s.
Her eyes shot to Rowan’s face and the twisted grin on his
lips. And suddenly a surge of fear rippled through her as the room became
deathly quiet with just the sound of her own heart beating wildly in her chest.
Neither of them said a word but Victoria’s curiosity of why they’d come for her
was piqued. And as her mind slowly became more lucid, she watched him closely
waiting for him to show signs of aggression or some cause for her to cast on
him, a spell…a spell…a spell.
“Don’t bother trying to conjure up one of your tricks. I’ve warded this place to ensure
my safety,” he spoke, motioning towards the arcane crystals placed strategically
along the walls as he read her mind.
“Why am I here?”
“She speaks!” he exclaimed and withdrew from his chair,
stepping closer to where she stood. Victoria did her best to clear her mind of
all thoughts as she eyed the room, visually formulating a plan.
“What do you want with me?”
“Well now, that’s a very loaded question, Little Witch,” he smirked noticing her inch backwards as he gave her a predatory look. “But, Victoria, to answer your question, I want what Derrick promised me.”
“And what’s that?” Rowan pointed at Victoria and she backed
closer towards the window.
Stepping back and away from the bed, Rowan grinned, running
his hand over his chin as he thought. “I figured my chum hadn’t told you. You
see…” he turned his back to her and the moment he took another step Victoria
shot forward, darting over the bed and headed for the door.
“Closet,” he stated without turning around, causing Victoria
to falter in her step. Like a flash, Rowan was behind her, pinning
her against the wall with his body while his hands gripped her wrists tightly.
“Don’t scream!” he purred against her cheek, gently rolling his forehead along
it as he moved to make eye contact with her. Victoria nodded compliantly as his
liquid blue eyes peered into hers and he smiled a sexy, seductive smile.
“Good girl. And ok, I lied. That is the door to the outside. You’re a clever one; get me talking and
comfortable whilst you were plotting on me. Maybe we do have more in
common.” Victoria’s chest heaved deeply as she stood in front of him and Rowan
allowed his eyes to pore over every inch of her before they came to a complete
stop on the pulse thumping in her neck. He could smell her, the sweet and
intense aroma of her blood and it was arousing.
Rowan dragged himself away from thoughts of compelling her
into a calm but aware state that would allow him to feed from her and make love
to her if she submitted. Just one word or encouraging motion could make him rip
off her clothes and take her until her body was sore and she was reeling in a
state of pleasure that would keep her coming back for more. “My apologies for hurting
you,” he responded, finally finding balance on his bloodlust…for the moment. He
gently unhooked his fingers from around her wrists and backed away.
“Please, allow me to properly introduce myself.” Bringing her
hand up to meet his lips, he kissed the visible vein between her middle and
ring fingers with a tenderness that sent chills through her body, “Count Rowan Grafton
and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance!” The quivering of her body excited him and
the scent of her fear enhanced her already alluring smell. “Please, understand that you
have no reason to be afraid. I admit that my methods may seem a bit aggressive
but I truly mean you no harm.”
“Then why send a man like Marcel to my home? You anticipated
some sort of resistance otherwise you wouldn’t need someone like him working
for you,” Victoria abruptly responded determined not to blink as she stood her
ground. Rowan grinned at her veracity, taking note of her anxiety as he moved
back again giving her room to relax.
“As I said, I was ensuring Derrick came through on his
promise,” he shrugged as if Marcel’s actions were of no consequence. “I cannot
be held responsible if the men in my employ become a little anxious whilst executing a command. We are demons; it’s in the nature of the beast. But I gave
specific instructions no harm was to come to you. Marcel will be dealt with
accordingly I assure you, Luv.”
“Yeah right,” she huffed, folding her arms into her chest.
It was an act of stubbornness that drew an appreciative smile from Rowan. She was
tenacious; it was easy to see why his old friend was so drawn to her.
“Please,” he bowed courteously and Victoria found herself
stepping away from the door without further coercion. “Like Derrick, I find you a
remarkable creature. And in due time I’m sure you’ll come to see my intentions
are the same as his. We both want to guarantee our survival and you’re the key
to doing that. The only difference is I know you to be ready for the days ahead
while Derrick continues to doubt your ability for reasons of his own.”
Rowan grinned knowingly, a smirk she’d seen on Derrick’s
face many times. His tongue moved across his lips as he looked at her with
expectation, making her uneasy. But she ignored the way his eyes skirted up her
body again before speaking. “Derrick’s helped me through everything that’s happened over the past year and a half. He knows me and what I can handle and if
he thinks I’m not ready for whatever it is you’re talking about then I trust
his decision.”
“Trust? Yes that’s a word I’ve heard him utter in relation
to you once or twice before as well. Trust; that’s very important. But, how can you be certain that everything he’s told you is the truth? For all you
know he could have been manipulating you from the start, Princess.” The delivery of his
words brushed her the wrong way. Maybe it was the prestige in his voice, his
English accent resonating in her head with nefarious undertones. Or maybe it was just his personality, cavalier and entitled; reminiscent of his days in the royal court. Either way Victoria did not like the way he spoke about
Derrick or his implications about her.
“Derrick’s not like that!”
“Oh no? Has he told you about the
Monster of Manchester?” Rowan growled as he closed the small gap between them
silently enjoying the obvious change in her breathing as he approached her. “Why
are you so scared? Surely my good friend Derrick must have told you about me
and how I saved his life! And if you can trust him, as you say, you should know there’s certainly no cause for alarm,” he
chuckled before walking across the room. “You know, Derrick is not the man you think he is, my dear. And it’s only a matter of time before you learn that.” Rowan peered out of the window, taking note of the stillness and checking for any signs of change. Derrick was expected soon, if he followed the clues he’d left that is. And when he came, Rowan wanted to be ready.
“Well if you’re so sure he’s lying to me then why don’t you set the record straight?”
“Because, Luv, it’s more fun this way,” his eyebrows wiggled and a wicked smile curved his lips.
“Sure. Seems to me, you’re the evil and manipulative one.” Without a word, Rowan turned and made slow strides towards her. He locked eyes with Victoria, slowly backing her into the wall. It had been long enough and he was tired of waiting to get what he desired.
“Because, Luv, it’s more fun this way,” his eyebrows wiggled and a wicked smile curved his lips.
“Sure. Seems to me, you’re the evil and manipulative one.” Without a word, Rowan turned and made slow strides towards her. He locked eyes with Victoria, slowly backing her into the wall. It had been long enough and he was tired of waiting to get what he desired.
From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew they
would be here, alone together. There was a dangerous feeling; warning bells telling
him to stay away. But he needed this; he wanted to taste the blood that had
been calling his name since first seeing her in that bar. And now, finally
alone with her, he weighed his next move carefully, mulling over the risks of
not being able to control himself after sinking his teeth into her warm, soft
flesh. He feared the outcome of such an action; weakening her severely or
draining her completely. But her scent was too sweet, too powerful not to
succumb to it.
And with no one around to stop him, he could give in to the
need but only take enough to dull the intense feelings of desire that pushed
him closer towards her. Looking down at her, Rowan compelled her again as he
gazed into her eyes, silently warning her as he told her what he was preparing
to do. Victoria trembled within his arms but her eyes remained fixed on his as
he slid his cold hand along her stomach.
Goosebumps followed in the path of his icy fingers sending a
fiery, cold sensation all over her body. Roughly Rowan pulled the soft cotton
top she wore over her head, tossing it to the floor. Victoria shivered once
more as her breathing intensified with anticipation. No longer afraid of him or
worried about his closeness she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more in
this moment than what he was doing. Rowan looked into her consciousness and just as
he’d planned Derrick was not there and a sinister smile grew on his face. Running
his hand along her left breast, he traced the outline of her bra before
following the vein leading towards her nipple.
In one swift motion, he ripped her bra from her then lowered
himself, his eyes remaining focused on hers until he reached the desired vein.
Sucking the tender flesh of her breast into his mouth, she released a loud gasp
and her head fell back against the wall. Rowan pulled at her skin until a
bright red hickey formed beneath his mouth.
Releasing his lips, he straightened his back, forcing her to
look him in the eyes; eyes that had lost their normal beautiful blue becoming
deep red, lustful, and hungry. Moving again to the bruised skin he smiled provocatively,
allowing one of his fangs to graze the red spot. Blood seeped onto his tongue through
the small puncture wound that had appeared, sparking an instant reaction. And
like a thirsty man given just a single drop of water, he became ravenous,
pressing his lips against her breast harder bringing more blood to the surface.
Rowan forced himself not to bite her, a battle he was
quickly losing at this point. His body ached for her; hot blood pounding
through his loins. Using the hand that wasn’t holding her against the wall, he
squeezed her breast to release more blood onto his tongue licking it up with
frenzied haste. Each moan she released fueled him more, Victoria was
practically begging him not to stop and he craved her reaction; to him feeding
and sex went hand-in-hand.
Every time she pressed her lips together to form the most feminine moan he’d ever heard he felt his cock ache and grow harder against his jeans and it made him cringe at the thought of Derrick having her. Someone so delicate and sweet should not be wasted on one of his protégés. He wanted her for himself, all of her; uncompelled as Derrick had accomplished.
Reluctantly Rowan pulled away from her breast to taste
another part of her body. His eyes dropped to her mouth analyzing the two plush
lips that curved just right, both full, pink, and soft. Anxiously he drew them
into a rough kiss and with her bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he bit into
it; too aroused to see passed the pain it might cause her. Pressing her deeper
into the wall, she screamed from the stinging as heavy footsteps thundered up
the stairs towards them.
Rowan pulled away, licking the remaining drops of blood from
her mouth as the door swung open and he grinned at the vampire that entered. Derrick’s
eyes instantly fell on Victoria’s bare chest and the bright red mark on her
breast. His fingers curled tightly into his palms and he lunged forward with
the intention of killing Rowan where he stood. “You son of a bitch!” Victoria
finally found herself able to move and bent down for her shirt as the two men
wrestled on the ground in front of her.
Derrick slammed his fist into Rowan’s face and the man
groaned beneath him before rolling and gaining the upper hand. Ramming one arm
against Derrick’s trachea, he pushed him back and against the wall before
rocking him with a few powerful punches of his own. “Is this what we’ve come
to?” Rowan barked between blows, plowing his fist into Derrick's jaw. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m chuffed you’re so cheesed off but, do you really think you can take me? I MADE YOU!”
Derrick kicked his midsection with enough force to send Rowan
flying across the room into the dresser leaning against the wall. He came down
hard, holding his gut. Looking up he saw Derrick rushing towards him as he was
still reeling from the impact of the blow. Another knock to the jaw and blood
spilled from Rowan’s opened mouth as he fell back against the dresser once
more. The scent of it made Derrick crazed and he hammered fist after fist into the man’s face drawing more.
“You wanna know what I think, Ro’?” Derrick snarled, slamming his Sire’s head into the floor. “I…think…red…is…definitely…your…color.” More blood rushed to the surface of Rowan’s face and, determined to make him spill every drop, Derrick continued rocking him with one fist after the other.
“Derrick?” Victoria called for him trying to calm him enough to get him to back down but he was relentless. Rowan groaned with every blow as more of his blood covered the floor beneath him. “Derrick!” By the time he regained his senses and pulled away, his Sire’s face was a mangled mess.
“Derrick?” Victoria called for him trying to calm him enough to get him to back down but he was relentless. Rowan groaned with every blow as more of his blood covered the floor beneath him. “Derrick!” By the time he regained his senses and pulled away, his Sire’s face was a mangled mess.
“Is that it?” Rowan growled, spitting a mouthful of blood to
the floor as Derrick climbed to his feet. “You have big balls coming in here!”
“Yeah, I’m amazed that I can even walk.” Derrick moved
towards Victoria and she glanced up at him in shame. Wordlessly he pulled her
into his arms, scanning her face and eyes to make sure she was ok. “You
compelled her.”
“Well, I didn’t fancy her screaming her head off, Mate; at least not yet.” Derrick took a step forward and quickly felt Victoria’s hand against his chest, pushing him back. Rowan chuckled, spitting out another mouthful of blood as he propped himself against the fireplace. “Loosen up, Derrick. No need to get your knickers in a bunch. She’s your mission, not your property and don’t even get me started on this relationship of yours. You’re fooling yourself, Mate.”
Derrick looked down at Victoria and the concerned way she nibbled her
bottom lip and slowly backed down. “Touch her again and I’ll shove my hand
through your chest and rip out that dried up piece of beef jerky you call a
heart and roast it over your burning corpse!”
Threading his fingers with Victoria’s, Derrick pulled her
with him out the door. Stopping in the hallway he gripped her tightly in his
arms and felt her body tense up. “Are you ok?” Derrick spoke to her for the
first time since seeing her in Rowan’s arms. Rubbing her cheek tenderly as she
nodded her answer, he growled in his throat thinking about that animal’s hands
all over his girl.
“I’m sorry…”
“No, no, no there’s no need for that. You had no control
over what you were doing, that’s what compulsion is. I’m sorry I didn’t get to
you in time, Victoria. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.” Pain was
laced in his eyes as he looked at her, helpless and defenseless and yet refusing
to cry.
“What does he want from me? What does he mean I’m your mission, Derrick? What is going on?” she asked, glancing back
towards the bedroom door.
“We…can…talk about that later. Right now my only concern is
you. Come on, let me get you home.”
Rowan watched from the bedroom window as Derrick escorted
Victoria from his property and smiled to himself. Their first meeting hadn’t
gone exactly as he’d planned but he was fairly pleased by the results. The
witch’s blood was as potent in taste as he had hoped and best of all he knew
how to get to his old friend if needed. “Do you want me to go after them?” Marcel
asked, mindfully watching Derrick as he waited for the elder vampire to
acknowledge him.
“No. Let them be for now. I got what I was after,” Rowan replied.
Turning towards the door he was suddenly and violently overcome by a powerful
seizure that knocked him to the ground.
Quickly Rowan turned on his back as the trembling in his
body intensified. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, his tongue flopped from
between his opened jaw as his head constantly pounded against the floor. The
only sounds he made were the desperate, unintelligible cries of pain as the
seizure tore through his body, paralyzing his muscles and wreaking havoc on his
brain.
“Rowan? Ro’?” Marcel cried as he knelt beside him.
He watched helplessly as his Master convulsed on the floor, flailing his arms
and legs as vicious shudders jolted through him. And just as quickly as it had
began it was over. Rowan sat up, gripping his head as terrible visions rushed
through his mind telling of an all out bloody massacre to come. “What the hell
was that?” Marcel asked once Rowan made it to his feet.
“That was a preview of what our new, little friend can do.
Derrick may not know it yet but he’s in possession of a very powerful weapon. Put a call in to London. The Elders need to know this war may very well tip in our favor soon.”
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I want to hate Rowan, but then you had to make him so damn good looking! Handsome, arrogant bastard. Yep, that's what he is. I'm glad Rowan was at least able to control his bloodlust enough not to cause Victoria irreparable harm, although he still compelled her and took what he wanted from her. Not OK. I wonder how long he could've controlled himself had Derrick not arrived when he did. Derrick was taking a big chance fighting his maker. I suppose it was in Rowan's best interests to keep Derrick around since he's his link to Victoria, and I don't think he actually wanted to harm Derrick in any case. Otherwise, he would've fought back harder.
ReplyDeleteSo, Rowan wants to use Victoria as a weapon. Who are they going to war against, I wonder. The seizures were scary. I thought Vik's blood was poisonous to Rowan for a minute there. You always manage to keep me guessing, DJ. :)
HAHA Too sexy to hate? That sounds about right :P Lol, that's hilarious. I honestly think he's not *such* a bad guy. But I guess time will tell. Rowan knew he needed to be careful not to "damage the goods" because while he wanted a nip for tasting purposes, he and Derrick were sent to retrieve Victoria. He wouldn't want to suffer the consequences of harming her!
DeleteThat's a great question. He had already struggled with not biting her and then bit into her lip. It was probably only a matter of time. Derrick didn't think so either. Seeing her bare chested and smiling was bad enough but knowing the cause of it...he aimed to kill Rowan (which couldn't happen but that didn't stop him from trying).
In a normal one-on-one, Rowan could have easily overpowered Derrick. You're right he wasn't trying. He knew he had an ass kicking coming for touching Victoria, so he took his beating like a man. Rowan needs Derrick not only for the Victoria connection but he's one of the few he's sired that haven't been a huge disappointment LOL. He likes his company :P (It's so hard to find good help these days). Can you imagine trying to turn humans into vamps in THIS world? After being over-saturated by the supernatural for years. It would be crazy. No one would follow the rules (which I'm sure there are some) crime would increase because they'd be nearly unkillable and fast. Man...scary to think.
But I digress.
Yes! He wants to use Victoria for what she is (and of course that delicious/special blood of hers). Derrick on the other hand is in love with her and that is causing quite the trouble between the two.
While that would have been great (and served him right) the seizures were a side effect of sorts. In essence, when he fed from her, he received a vision of the future. It was different from when Derrick fed (he was given humanity for a brief moment). So they were caused by Victoria's blood. It's special. Something she recently learned in Chapter 50 and something Rowan just figured out himself...and is about to inform others.
Thank you for reading :)
Well alrighty then. Derrick has some 'splaining to do and something tells me like in other times, he's not going to be 100% honest with Vik. :( It's been 1.5 years that they've known each other??? He's still not telling her the truth? That's not cool!!! Rowan has planted more seeds of doubt in Vik's head so I see things not going well.
ReplyDeleteRowan...well shit. He is playing with fire there, but he knew it. Derrick is in love with Vik yet Rowan had no trouble with crossing that line with her. Rude much!!! The fact he fed from her is troubling. Derrick got visions from Vik when he did and now it seems Rowan had some sort of vision as well. Whatever this war is, Vik is the key and she is clueless to it all. And where is Loretta???
At this time I'm thinking Vik is surrounded by people who do NOT have her best interest at heart. Not her mom, or Derrick, or Loretta. All of those close to her that should be there to support her have lied to her to serve their own needs. Hell at this point she just needs to hang with Mike and tell the rest of them to kiss her ass!
Haha yeah he does. But he rarely ever fully commits to that. He likes keeping his "mission" a secret and his mouth shut.
DeleteVery true. That detective's brain of hers is about to go to work. The question is: what will she do with the information once she uncovers it? Confronting Derrick has often times proven fruitless. Plus he can always just deny, avoid, lie...so many options for him, sadly.
Rowan is the type of guy...vampire who believe humans are around as 1) Source of food, 2) Pleasure/entertainment 3) Whatever else he can manipulate from them. He's unconcerned about their feelings, their pain, their wants, needs or desires. He just takes what pleases him and leave the rest to burn. On top of that, he knew Derrick could not cause him any real harm. And with his place warded as it was, Victoria was helpless against him as well. He was definitely holding all the cards!
Victoria's blood is one to be prized because there will NEVER be another like her. The Elders know this and that's why she is so coveted. But Derrick knows things/people don't always fare well in London and is switching missions.
Loretta. She'll pop in again soon. Or I should say Vik will pop over there again soon. Especially after next episode. Dun, dun, dunnnn...sorry couldn't help myself. :P
Mom actually does. She saw what Derrick was from jump and warned her daughter to back away from him. She just didn't do it the right way and it only made her cling to him tighter. Grams also has her in mind BUT lately she's been trying to keep a skeleton of her own in the closet, thanks to Victoria's dream walk (something she never would have allowed her to do had she been home at the time). So you're right about her. And Derrick...Derrick's the tricky one. While he loves and cares for Victoria and doesn't want to see harm come to her, he is playing it all wrong. Keeping secrets close to the vest, only sharing half truths and glossing over more important things that directly involve her. But it has been this way from the start. Victoria needs to open her eyes more. Which she will do in the next chapter :)
Hahaha she and Mike will have plenty of face time soon. After all, they have a new business to run.
Thank you for reading :)
Victoria's world will be a mess once she's aware of all of the secrets everyone she loves has. Derrick had better tell her things and be honest about it. In the craziness, Rowan may be the only honest guy since he has nothing to lose from saying the truth.
ReplyDeleteIt's indeed a scary thing when your natural enemy is the only one being honest with you. Sad thing that Vik can't rely on her family to be truthful. And let's not even get started on Derrick. She'll start getting answers soon. But it, unfortunately, won't be from the people she loves.
DeleteThank you for reading :)
Oh no...I'm glad Derrick was able to save her, but I think the damage has been done. Seeds of doubt and distrust are now in her head and I don't think Derrick can get out of this so easily...
ReplyDeleteDerrick got there in time...well almost. Victoria was still subjected to Rowan's mind control and lecherous ways.
DeleteTruer words were never spoken! Victoria has every reason to doubt Derrick, especially considering he didn't deny the allegations. And, a detective at heart and by profession, there is NO way she's letting that rest.
Thank you for reading :)