I never really understood when people said they were caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, till this exact moment. I couldn't confidently tell how much or how little of the conversation Damien had heard, nor could I tell whether or not Marcus really meant what he had said. And at such, devoid of these very vital pieces of information, I found myself staring awkwardly at Damien. I was worried my stares would give away the fact that I was, indeed, doing something really fishy, but that was all I could do; worry.
Not particularly giving much time for me to even make a decision, Damien intuitively crossed the distance between us and snatched the phone from my grip.
"Who is this?" He said into the phone, after a quick glance at the number. He was well versed with international numbers and I could tell he already figured out from which country the call was being made.
