PREVIEW
... agging at Damian like an itch he couldn't scratch.
"Right… she barely mentioned her husband either," Damian muttered, tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair. "I mean, sure, maybe she doesn't want to remember it. Losing someone like that has to suck. But… if everything's tied to him, wouldn't she at least say something? Even a name?"
He let out a frustrated groan, standing up and pacing the room. His boots thudded against the polished floor as his thoughts raced. "What a ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE