Damien's POV;

I stared down at her crying self in my arms. She looked so vulnerable as she sobbed heavily with her chest heaving up and down. Her make up had smeared my white shirt but I did not care about it. I just hated watching her cry. An iota of guilt seeped into me at the realization that I was the cause of her pain. She was unhappy because I had roped her into my world but there was nothing that could be done to change it, at least not for a while.

I reached for the box of wipes I found up in one of the compartments. I...