Damien's POV.
"Do you have to do everything with a sour mood? You look like you were dragged here against your will" Rahn comments on my behavior all morning. We have just come back from a meeting that I barely paid attention to and now I am sitting on my rolling chair and staring at the papers on my desk with a distant look in my eyes.
"Well technically I was. She basically pushed me away from the house, from her" I reply dryly, pulling my lips to the side.
"Maybe she needed her privacy. You do get clingy sometimes" He shrugs.
I shake my head while squinting my eyes in thought.
"That isn't why. Something is wrong with her but she doesn't want to tell me just yet"
"She said that?"
"Mhm'' I nod my head.
"Well... Wait on it then" He shrugs again and I shift my eyes to him.
"Ar
