"Riccaford? Ellie Marrie Riccaford?" He hoarses finally after an unnerving eternity that seemed to hold us, his blazing eyes drilling through my weak ones.
A pile molds in my throat that I battle really arduously to push down. Among all the reactions I have received for being recognized as a Ricaford even in this time I am on the run, this one is the worstiest, and it is stinging me really bad. His reaction is not just fear of who I really am; it is shock absorbed in loath.
I swallow hard, opting to save the situation. "Dam..."
"Why the f**k didn't you tell me, huh?" He cuts me off. How much misery do I still have to endure for this name, huh? It is starting to seem like a curse tag on me, for God's sake!
"I am sorry, Damian. I just didn't know how to tell you about..."
His idioms dar
