Damian appeared at my side with a cozy white turtleneck. He offered me a smile as he brushed back his bushy hair, so wild in appearance you would have never known he had just taken a shower. A long arm wrapped itself around me to kiss the side of my neck, and I hated the warm fluttering feeling at the bottom of my stomach the second he touched me.
“How was the hot chocolate?” he asked me lightly.
“Sweet.”
“I thought you would like it.”
“Ben won’t drop the case,” I told him. “They won’t let this be another cover up.”
“Then I’ll leave,” he told me. “Go into hiding further up north.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be safe,” he told me, “and I want you to be safe too. I can help you, Sara. I’ve gone through this for many years and now I have the chance to make amends.”
“How?”