The faint sounds of cars racing in the streets faded in the background as I stared at Damien preparing a meal in the kitchen.
I glanced at my bandaged arm—the cut was small. Yet, he'd wrapped it like a Christmas present. I folded my fist, trying to get the blood flowing.
He'd wrapped the bandage a little tight, but I didn't mind. The only thing I could see was the broken man in front of me as he tended to my wounds.
I had no idea he had such a dark past. I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain he must have gone through, leaving behind everything he knew and loved as he ran off to another country.
Until that moment, I only saw him as a means to get my revenge on Drake and Lindsay. But seeing him break down like that reminded me he was also human.
Like me.
He'd been hurt by the people he loved. He'd lost his mom and his brother and even worse—he suspected his father was the one behind their deaths.
