Five years later...
They sat three tables away from me.
The two of them tracked each and every move I made, just like I hoped they would.
For the last three hours I have been sitting here, acting like I was scared of my own shadow. Looking in the direction, Damien left.
Pretending that I was waiting for him, when I was fully aware that he was almost home by now.
I made myself look like a damsel and scaredy-cat that is too scared for her own good, especially in a place like this.
This place would eat a girl like this and spit her out in twenty minutes, dead in the back alley.
I even let one of the werewolves hit on me and I pretended to cry when he roughly grabbed my hand.
I know that I peaked their interest the moment I walked into this s**t hole of a bar.
I was their boss's
