Damien's POV.
"We already made all the arrangements. The march should be a successful one." Rahn says, puffing out smoke from the side of his lips.
"Okay. I'm counting on it" My words come out robotic, giving away the fact that I am not actually listening to what Rahn is saying. My thoughts have been consumed by Persephone and no matter how hard I try to push her to the side of my mind so I could focus on work, I always fail. Its like she's sitting gallantly in the middle if my mind and refusing to move so other things can enter. I'm so hooked on her, I feel like a f*****g teenage boy.
"Heiten" Rahn calls me, I don't need to be told that he has been calling me for a while and I was too lost in my own head to answer. Rahn just gives me a look and goes back to staring at the floor, tak
