Damien knew he had to stay away from Scarlet if she wanted to live. He should never have gotten close to her in the first place, but some things can't be helped. After that incident four years ago, he had been curious about her, about what she had become.
Putting on his shirt, he stepped out of the house and saw Morgan standing a few feet at the front. It seems she had been waiting for him.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"You should at least greet. Have some respect this early morning," Morgan and dipped her hands inside her pocket. She moved her eyes around, taking in the view of the large house that spread wide and a sigh escaped her lips.
