Trisha’s P.O.V
“You reek of that mutt.”
The voice came from right behind me, as soon as I had entered my room and shut the door.
I whipped around to face Damien, my heart in my throat as I stared wide eyed at his beautiful face. “Damien?”
He only narrowed his eyes at me, looking disgusted as his eyes examined me from head to toe; like he hadn’t just given me a heart attack.
“What the hell!” I threw up my arms in exasperation, pushing past him as I went further into my room so we were no longer at a risk of being overheard. “I call you a thousand times and you don’t answer and now you show up with your judgmental little attitude, telling me that I reek of that mutt!”
“You’ve always had poor choice in lovers, but sleeping with the enemy?” He raised an eyebrow, following me inside with
