Damian immediately ripped the piece of folded white paper from my hands as I stood shell shocked in front of the store’s glass doors. With a low growl he pulled his phone from his pants pocket and started dialing. I wasn’t paying attention to their brief conversation but noted that Damian was pacing on the sidewalk behind me. His shoulders were rigid and tense, and although his stride was fluid and graceful it held unmistakable power, a clear threat to anyone who dared to cross him. He hung up on the call and forcefully shoved the long silky black strands of hair out of his face as he let out an exasperated sigh. He took a stride towards me, closing the gap between us instantly before spinning me around to face him.
“Do you know what this is about?” he asked abruptly as he rattled the pie
