Twist
Damien barely speaks to me over the next three days. I don’t know what I was expecting. That he’d fall into my arms and let me whisk him away to the flat where we would hide out from the world until things went all glowing and rose-colored and happily ever after. I dog him, like a shadow. Not pushing, but not pulling away, either. He sleeps in my cot every night, face in my neck, arm over my chest. But he doesn’t so much as glance at me during the day.
He’ll be eighteen at midnight.
I blow off training, make Leo keep an eye on things, hidden. I Wane around Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu, gathering supplies. I don’t know why, when he’s not even speaking to me. I could have sent someone else, I guess. But I wanted to do this. She always hated her birthday. Bad memories from years of her c
