Damien's POV:
I sat there, spinning the black leather chair left to right. My eyes focus on the single brown leaf fluttering in the cold air while a deep breath exit my throat.
′If you′re bored. We can always visit our Little Flower,′ Alfie suggests for the fifth time.
′No,′ I respond, staring at the grey sky.
′Can I take over your body?′
′No.′
′Can you say anything else other than no?′
′Yes.′
′Does that mean you agree to go?′
′Nope.′
He grumbles some words about how I’m difficult, but I ignore him. The door open, “Patrick, can’t you at least knock?” I ask, seeing his reflection against the window.
“I’m here too,” Ian sang, stepping beside Patrick.
I lower myself, wanting them to disappear. “What do you two want?”
“We are heading towards the Kim’s household for Poker nig
