"D-Damian!" I exclaimed as he finally called me.
"Where the hell are you, Felicity? Are you enjoying my family's company so much that you forgot you have a husband waiting for you at home?" he snapped at me after I answered his call.
I was so flustered that I couldn't even correct him about not being his wife yet, only that I don't have time to do so.
"Damian..." I called him again. "Please help me!"
"What happened, querida?" His tone softened, and now he sounded worried about me.
How do I tell him that I'm here at their ancestral house and his father doesn’t want me to leave?
"Felicity, I'm asking you!" This time he raised his voice. I didn't know who I should be afraid of; his father, who doesn't want me to leave, or Damian, who I feel will be mad if I tell him where I am.
"Damian
