After the mention of Damian's mother the room got quite. Neither of the men wanted to start talking so we sat there in silence. The only sound in the room was my fork and knife hitting the plate.
A part of me wanted to end the uncomfortable silence, to say something, but at the same time I knew that it wasn't my place... and I had no idea what to say.
All of this was so out of my comfort zone, that I wanted to hide under the table or run to my room... but I was pretty sure that it wasn't the best idea.
I felt Damien's hand on my thigh and it pulled my attention from the plate to him.
My eyes lingered on his hand and memories of yesterday flashed behind my eyes.
Blood dripping from his wrists and the wild look in his eyes.
For a moment it felt like I was back in that room, the scent
