I looked through the peephole to make sure it was really him,maybe Ash was mistaken. But it was him. Damien. He was standing there, looking directly into the peephole as if he could see me through it. I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. The intensity in his blue eyes sent a chill down my spine.
I immediately stepped back. I hadn’t expected him to come here. Yes, he’d told me to gather my things and come back to the house but I thought he would at least give me sometime to think about it. Of course, that was foolish of me. Damien Blackwood didn’t understand the word patience. Things were always done his way—always.
The doorbell rang again, longer this time, echoing through the apartment like a warning. He was getting impatient.
“What are you going to do?” Ashley asked, panic in her
