Vanessa

Malik was just looking at her as though she was the most important thing in the world to him. And the next, those warm brown eyes turned colder than ice, rejected her request, and stormed off. He left the house. And he didn’t come back. Not the next day. Or the day after that. Nor the day after that. Malik left her. She worried the entire time if he recognized her. Alfred did lovingly point out the resemblance she held of her ancestor Katrina Owens. Malik had recognized her. Why else would he leave? His absence turned her stomach.