Damien’s P.O.V
It was like being caught red handed when little Oscar walked into the room at first. I didn’t know whether to run and hide or to just play it cool. I went with the latter considering he’s a little boy who believes in werewolves – it would be easy to lie and say he’s hallucinating. That sounds worse than it is really. I just don’t need anyone finding out about Knightly and I.
“Mr. Damie?” Os called, tugging on my jeans as I made us toasted ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches. I looked down at him, a small smile playing on my lips as I considered the little bugger with interest.
“Yes, Os?”
“If you…if you are my Papa’s mate then why don’t you live here?” he asked, a small frown on his face. I chuckled softly, lifting him to place him on the counter so we were face to face – w
