Damien's POV
“You know her?” Micheal raised a brow at me and I sighed.
“Barely. I met her here with Brianna the other day” I replied before looking towards her. Her eyes were sternly cold at me. The way she looked was as though I had taken something important from her. Well, maybe I did.
“Where is Brianna?* she asked again without batting an eye.
“Anna? Is it? Why ask me such a question? If I can remember, you are her friend, not me” I growled.
“She's with you, isn't she? After she ran off that day, I haven't seen her anywhere. I asked her parents, and they won't tell me anything, so I concluded you must know something about her” she snapped.
I pressed my lips into a thin line. I wasn't going to tell her where Brianna was or the fact that I took her in as a slave. How do I explain to
