Rosa's POV

"I came here to talk, we would talk first," I said firmly to Marc.

Marc raised his hands gesturing toward the couch. "Fine, you can have a seat,"

"No, I am fine here,"

Marc held my wrist and dragged me to the couch. He forced me to sit and I did. I had no other choice anyway. "I insist, mate," he said.

I turned to look around his room which still had shards of broken pieces around.

"Ahhhhhh," I yelled out in pain. One of the shards was stuck in my leg when I tried to place my leg down.

Marc bent down and removed the shard stuck...