Chapter Thirty-Three
Robert's point of view
I closed the door behind me and walked down the long corridor, but my steps lacked their usual rhythmic steadiness; a thought was spinning in my head, refusing to leave.
I emerged from that room with a muted astonishment boiling beneath my skin.
I hadn't expected not even by a fraction to find her with such sudden vitality and defiance.
I had painted a completely different scene in my imagination.
I expected to open the door and find the wreckage of a woman a broken soul sobbing on her bed, crushed by the weight of yesterday's events.
Perhaps... and this is what I had truly craved... I expected to find her surrendered, submissive, her wings of rebellion clipped forever.
But "Julie" shattered every expectation with a coldness that provoked my very manhood.
Her tongue remains as sharp as a blade, and that annoying glimmer the spark of challenge still haunts her green eyes with audacity.
