The Smallest Part of the Betrayal
Damian stepped in front of her.
As if to shield her.
That small movement hurt more than any sentence either of them could have said.
“Don’t come at her,” he said.
“If you want to blame someone, blame me.”
“Fine.
Damian stepped in front of her.
As if to shield her.
That small movement hurt more than any sentence either of them could have said.
“Don’t come at her,” he said.
“If you want to blame someone, blame me.”
“Fine.