Chapter 62
The Father's Warning
Mary's POV
I stared at Damian De La Cruz, my heart hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. He stood in the doorway of the guest room with a gun in his hand, his face half-hidden in shadows.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, pulling the blanket up to my chest like it could protect me.
Damian held up one hand. "Relax. I'm not here to hurt you." He looked down at the gun in his other hand and seemed to realize how scary it looked. He tucked it into the back of his pants. "Sorry. Old habit. I don't go anywhere unarmed."
"That doesn't answer my question," I said, my voice shaking. "Why are you in my room in the middle of the night?"
"Because we need to talk," Damian said. "And I knew you wouldn't agree to meet with me if I asked during the day.
