DAMIEN
“Damien! My boy is that you?”
I placed my hands over the other hand, trying to calm my nerves. The minute it stabilized, my lips fell in a straight line as I tried to speak up.
“When did you get out?” I finally regained my voice. The anger that I have harbored within me over the years spilled into my veins as my eyes landed on hers.
“You didn’t tell him?” My aunt turned to face Victor.
“It was meant to be a surprise,” Victor said. “I didn’t know we were going to see him here. I planned on calling him over to the mansion later today to inform him about your arrival.”
Aunt Amelia turned to face me after this was said, and from the corner of my eyes, I watched as my worst nightmare inched closer, stopping midway. My hands, which had stopped fidgeting continued, and I found myself
