Chapter 90 — DESMOND STERLING (POV)

I stare at the door of Rosalie’s apartment, waiting for them to open it. My hands are in my pockets, and I hold my present for tonight in closed fist.

Ever since I heard Oliver’s plan, my mood has been shit. Well, it’s a good plan, so I kept quiet. But of course, that doesn’t mean I like being pushed around like this.

Heavy footsteps sound on the other side, and I let out a harsh breath through a