Chapter 43.

"No!" I yelled at Damien, hating the blank mask on his face. He didn't say anything, making me glare at him. I walked towards him and stopped when there was only an inch between us.

I knew what I was going to do. I had to do anything to make Damien happy. If he didn't forgive me, I didn't care. This wasn't about me. For the first time, it was about Damien. And I wanted it to be about Damien.

"Fine," I whispered, "If that's what makes you happy, I'm ready to do it."

"This isn't just for me Hanna," Damien said, the sadness in his voice nearly...