Chapter 8
Rose froze at the mention of a kiss. A kiss in exchange for someone’s life sounded simple but she never wanted to have to kiss Graham again. She had seen enough that kissing led to other things and being trapped in Graham’s room right now was not going to end well for her.
"You must be quick with your answer, Rose. A kiss or will Henry die?" Graham questioned, looking forward to either end.
Rose flinched when she heard Henry’s cries from outside. Though he was rough with the way he handled her, Rose didn’t want Henry to die because of this.
Rose gripped the blanket that covered her. She stared at Graham who was impatiently waiting. "You’re going to kill him even if I kiss you," she said, knowing Graham.
Graham smiled, caught red-handed. He picked up Rose’s hand, ignoring the way she tried to pull free from him, to kiss it. It was his fault for scaring her over the years but he couldn’t help himself. Sometimes he had to get a little taste of what awaited him.
Rose felt sorry for Henry since his fate was set and it was all because of her. She hadn’t tried to run away but someone was going to be killed as if she did. All because she had called out to another man though she knew Graham’s jealousy.
Rose had to make a hard decision to protect herself. "I am not going to kiss you," she answered.
"You’ll let him die without trying to save him? It doesn’t make me happy to hear that you would let him die just to avoid kissing me. I’m starting to grow tired of the way you treat me," Graham angrily spoke, grabbing her neck.
Graham pushed her back against the bed. While he was glad that she didn’t try to save another man’s life, he didn’t like that she rejected kissing him. "You are mine. If I give you the option to kiss me, you should choose that."