Chapter 13. I Don’t Share

Damien’s POV

With Red at my side and the mutt left behind licking his wounds, I had to admit; this day was turning out to be better than I expected! Turning the corner and coming to a halt, the suitcase hit the back of my legs. My eyes studied the building, appalled that this was where she contemplated living; she liked to tease. I knew that much. Maybe this was another one of her jokes.

Looking at her nervously, I could see the excitement crossing her face, pride even as she mentioned her Mother having a heart attack at her living here. I wondered if she realised that if she stayed here, there was a good chance that someone was going to harvest her heart and other vital organs!

“Mmmhmm, I don’t blame her, Red!” I whispered. Noting the shrug of her slender shoulders, I sighed heavily, unsure what to do; I did not want her staying here, but as a stranger to her, I knew she wouldn’t listen to me! However, it was no secret that her Mother seemed insanely protec