[Damien's POV]
She doesn't listen.
"Rosie" I called further, dragging my feet towards the direction she took.
"Princess?"
My voice intensified at each call as she pissed me off, yet I found her fascinating that I could spend the whole night listening to her arguments.
I chuckle when she forgets she's with me, those eyes that spark with bewilderment and conceive a lie.
I found myself smiling, feeling weird to abandon all work to find her.
I brought her here, to listen to her whining while I treated that bruised wrist of hers.
It's like she knows there's no trap and keeps marching forward, except that I'm not seeing her shadow or feeling her presence.
Frustrated, I stopped calling her and then spread my arms.
"You want us to play the game?" I yelled, throwing my eyes to look at the moon which loomed its glow on my face.
"You hide? I seek?" I pressed on in a whisper, lowering my arm and my eyes snapped open.
My heart suddenly raced with a sense of dread. Rosie is missing!
