"Because she’s my wife."
My grandmother’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. She looked at me in horror. "His wife? You married him?"
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Forcefully at first, grandma. Father wanted to prove to him that they were at peace. He wanted to use me as a pawn. But Damon... he's not the monster my father is."
My grandmother looked from me to Damon, a war waging on her face. She could see the sincerity in my eyes.
"Damon is not the bad guy, grandma. He’s on our side, and he plans to help us take father down. You’ll finally get to live freely without having to watch your back."
My grandmother studied him for a long moment. Then, a slow tearful smile spread across her face. She reached out a trembling hand towards him. "Thank you," She said. "Thank you for
