Hanna's POV
I swallowed. Did I believe him? I did, and I didn't. There were both ways to look at it. But I did know that Damien would do anything in his power to keep me safe and keep me happy. And right now that was enough for me.
"I believe you," I said slowly. "I'm just... Is it Rick?"
Damien's eyes glowed with anger and frustration. "We don't know Hanna. The scent at my house wasn't Rick's."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered, only realizing how serious this was. I thought that it was a prank, but clearly it wasn't. Damien had been handling all this stuff all alone and I didn't even think to ask him.
"I didn't want to scare you Hanna," Damien explained, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "I didn't want you to worry."
I bit my lip and traced his collar bone, "Bu
