Chapter 12

"Aspen?"

Shit!

I quickly wipe my tears and stand up only to fall into the flower pot.

"Great" I mumbled.

"Are you okay?" Damien asks lifting me bridal style.

"Yes," I smile, "you can put me down now."

He doesn't though.

He carries my outside and I am so grateful for the fresh air. He places me down on the grass and stands in front of me cupping my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" He whispers.

"Nothing," I say stepping away. It makes me kinda uncomfortable seeing that Dante could walk out any second. His hands drop and he gives me a deadpanned look.

"I watched you cry. I literally followed you when you ran off, so no sense in lying" He admits and I internally facepalm.

So you mean he saw me when I fell to the ground like a dramatic dog?

Great.

"Remember when I told you I was disowned?" He nods.