Elena's heart raced in her chest as she tried to summon up the courage to speak, but all that came out were trembling whispers. "I. I can't let you in," she stuttered, trying to keep any hint of fear from creeping into her words.
How the hell did he find me she thought to herself. he was so hurt, his eyes searching hers for answers she couldn't give. And then he spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
"Why did you run away?" he asked,
Her heart sank as memories flooded back - the good times she had spent with him. But she couldn't say it; seeing him hurt was almost as painful as experiencing it herself.
"You're a bad person," Elena blurted out bitterly. The words left her lips before she realized what they meant.
Damien's expression hardened into one of pure fury. His grip tightened on the doorknob as he leaned in closer to her face. "Who the fuck told you that? Speaking to me like this, have I ever wronged you?"
