Damien's POV;

I stood at the balcony of my bedroom staring up at the sky for a while with one hand in my pocket. I sipped on my whiskey and grimaced slightly at the strong taste it had.

I had been reflecting on Aiden's call for a while and it was beginning to worry me. How on earth had my sister found out about this and how did it escape me that she did not like Ariana? And finally, how the hell did Aiden find out about it?

I took another sip to calm my nerves. My mind went over to the beauty on the other side of the hall....