I sniffled, standing up and wiping my face before I faced the door. I knew that I had to open the door from him, but part of me didn't want to. Besides, what if I was wrong and it was actually Damien on the other side of the door? I had already been wrong once, and I didn't want to be wrong again. My throat felt tight as I tried to swallow down the lump in it. However, I was certain I had heard Damien walk away, and the footsteps that approached the door, that were accompanied by the intense scent, were lighter than his. Blake didn't have a set tread, so it was always harder for me to distinguish him by the osund of walking alone, but I as farily certain that it wasn't Damien, so it had to be Blake, right? Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
Blake stood on the otherside, looking like
