Chapter 32
I knew something was wrong. I knew it the moment Damien's eyes scanned the neighborhood when we went out. When he kept looking in the rearview mirror when we drove. He was completely on guard and I knew that it had something to do with the message that was on his door a few days ago. We hadn't gone back there, preferring to stay at mine.
"Stop stressing Hanna," Damien said in a reassuring voice, "Nothing's wrong. I just got some information on an escaped convict from the Lake Territory."
"Are you sure?" I asked, not believing him.
He turned his eyes towards me just for a second, before looking back at the road. "Yes Hanna, don't stress it."
"If you say so," I mumbled, showing him that I didn't believe him.
"Wait," Damien said as I was opening the door of the car, "I'll g
