Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Come on, Roseanne, I know you're in there. Open up. Let's talk."

"Roseanne! Can you hear me?"

...

"Way to go, Roseanne, way to go! Locked the door, huh? You think that will stop me?"

From pleading to calm and gradually raging, Murray's patience was thinning by the moment.

As he was about to give up and turn away, he was caught off-guard by a pair of stern eyes. Frozen, Murray frowned deeply.

Owen stood on the steps in the dimly lit, narrow stairwell, seemingly having just climbed up to this floor.

Given the time, it was clear why he was there.

After the fiasco with Corley and Owen's showing up, Murray was infuriated yet realized that the guys around Roseanne weren't so nobodies.

out Owen was the youngest of the

indifferently, "What if I am?

the chase. "You should know what she

Owen challenged, "And?"

you were smart, you'd

I'm famously not the smart

is mine! She was. She's throwing a tantrum now but will always be mine

frowned. "She's a person, not an object. She doesn't belong to

saying? The depth of love breeds the fierceness of hate. Roseanne's acting out because she loves me too much."

that, Murray walked past him, striding down

his brows in confusion. He knew Roseanne wouldn't open the door for him. To be precise, she wouldn't open it for anyone because she

...

turquoise waters allowed a clear

ago, Roseanne

and with her handsome boyfriend gone home for the holidays, she'd been sleeping in out of sheer boredom. On a whim, she suggested a spontaneous trip

destination," Leda mused, chin in