A shiver ran down my back when I heard his voice.
For a moment I felt like a kid getting caught doing something bad, but the truth was far from it. I wasn't caught doing anything bad, I was just listening to his father tell their story at his mother's and sisters grave.
It wasn't great, I was invading his privacy, but it isn't that bad.... but I still felt bad.
"We... we were..."
The heavy beat of my heart clouded my hearing as Damian stopped in front of us.
I tried to answer him, but I couldn't form a sentence. The shock with what I just heard, my brain refused to work.
"I just told her our history, is that a problem?"
The low rumble of Damian's father's voice saved me from struggling any longer.
My eyes traveled from his father to his face. I could see that he was conflicted abo
