[Damien's POV]
Trust her?
It's a question I can't answer. I'm as stunned as my wolf to find her at the exact house which is believed to belong to Harry!
Then there's suddenly a feast to welcome a family. According to her, a friend is coming over.
She's hiding something.
Why hasn't it clicked in my mind yet? How could such a woman be living in such a luxurious mansion?
With possibly so many rooms, and grand intricacies that define a wealthy woman or slightly wealthy.
Just as my feet pace after her while she leads, my eyes peeked around every corner, wanting to find a clue, for a man who she might be hiding.
Does she know Harry?
It's weird she didn't asked how I found her or get more invested in why I had a gun, all looking bloody.
Rather, she was more concerned about her table and the ruins I've caused by appearing.
Possibly, she must have thought I came here to carry her away again and that wasn't in my agenda.
